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Before he could escape her, Aleena grabbed the tiny dragon that was flashing by. His scales were red and shimmering like rubies; his appetite was for cherries to eat and pearls to hoard. Today he had scavenged one black pearl, clutching it firmly in his claws. She glared at him - he glared back. ‘It is not yours.’ Her believes were not as firm as her words. The dragon knew and did not bulge; clawing the jewel closer. With a shrug and a sigh she give in: ‘Fine, keep what you cannot part with.’ She got too many of them anyway.