No wonder the bucket reeked so much. A mixture of chicken blood and brandy. Blech, Violet thought. She never knew that dragons could drink brandy, much less as their daily food when they are a young.

They were..they were..going to call out the dragon to play? She didn't like that idea very much. Not one bit. Did the dragon bite? "Professor..uh..will Roro bite us if he gets too excited or spit fire at us?" Then they were going to give a bath to the dragon and trimming his nails?!?!

O__O

Violet was now shivering violently and it wasn't from the cold air of the winter. She grabbed her dragonhide gloves out of her bag and pulled them on her numb hands. So the professor is just telling them to REMAIN CALM?? It was a dragon for crying out loud that could hurt her in some way or another and now he was telling them to make dragon sounds or something to call Roro out?

Violet whimpered a little to herself and tried the mimic noises of the dragon or that was closest to dragon noises. "Here GRRRROOORRO!," she called out. It came out of her mouth in between a growl and a dog's bark.