Bristle stifled a yawn at the thought of it, scrolls again? He'd already read like three of these and the tug of war was just getting good. Maybe he shouldn't have signed a blood contract. Still he didn't want to get kicked out or anything so he regained his feet, after carefully moving Ark off his lap, and looked at the scrolls. At least it was mostly pictures. How could each head be a different breed? How did they get created anyway? Some sort of magic mumbo? Eh, wasn't really important, one was enough for him. Bristle figured he should start participated so he asked, [b]"How fast do these little guys grow? Is it going to take like three years for these little dragons to get full size or I'm I going to wait till I get old? Same for the doggies."[/b]