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Boldly hewn of battle-lines and rebellion, this miniature green dragonet, this fierce predator: there is no girlish mint to be seen here, no coy lurk of forest or lichen or spuming spindrift. She is green, grass-green and vivid, from the tip of her pointy nose to the end of her pointy tail. If there is a thing that can be angular, she has it; if there is a thing that should be curved, she lacks it. Draconic she is, make no mistake, but the spikes of her neckridges and the spars of her wings and the talons of her undainty paws all point, ha, to a nature that refuses to bend to feminine conceit.