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Okay he was curious, and why shouldn't he be... just what did cinnamon taste of, not himself of course and anyone stupid enough to try it would either be stomped on or bitten or impaled on his spikes. No his curiosity was for the thing he was named after... and he'd never actually tried it before. So here he was, carefully laid down to one side of a cart that served cinnamon flavored things, and they catered to dragons... even ones as big as he. And what a range they had, from specially desig...

When the porter said that he had Cinnamon ready for the sleigh rides tonight, this was, perhaps, not what the guests expected. Cinnamon towered over the sleigh—all decked out in cozy blankets and fairy lights. A harness wound around his chest and through the gap between his crest and his dorsal spines, and hefty ropes attached at his sides down to the sleigh. If he chose, at any moment, to break into a dead sprint, the guests would either have to hold on for their lives or be ...

The café was bustling in the early afternoon, clientèle huddled around intimate tables piled high with delicate, often elaborately-decorated patisserie and porcelain tea sets. The soft murmur of many quiet conversations were underscored by a duo of string players on a raised dais, playing so softly that one could forget that they were there. Hooves clopped on the café floor as Penne followed his rider towards a table set aside for one. A few people took note of him, and he shrank ev...

By all accounts, Nova didn’t like people. No, he didn’t mean his rider Flash, or Flash’s few friends. He meant other strangers, and that is why he was sitting at the race feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Nova was like the guard raptor of Flash’s home. Any sign of danger and he would be jumping in front of it, hissing and flaring his feathers. Usually with a little intimidation the intruder would back off, but he was quite capable of making sure they never retur...

It was Prudence’s fault. She’d brought him to the festival, promising a fun evening out, and then she’d gotten distracted. It was strange, admittedly, to see someone else from the same social circles in which the St. James family swam out at such a tawdry celebration. This was not a fancy party with tasteful music and sweet wine and a polite atmosphere. This was beautifully loud and bright, busy. The overlapping noise of several street performers created a wonderful cacophony, un...

The grounds of the St. James estate were huge, but for once, were unusually quiet. Which was perfect. Slowly a box inched its way through the pristine garden, the slumbering plants and trees the only witness, as the white paving reflected the midwinter light. A head peered round the box, bright pink eyes blinking as the small dragon checked his surroundings, a grin forming when he realised that he would get away with his plan. His eyes rested now on two small trees, completely bare of any lea...