A magical crown and a dragon. [i]Huh...[/i] Now that was something she hadn't heard of. Or tried. Ever. Mira made a face as she mused over the idea in silence. When she and Sparhawk used to hang out together, he had always been the more clever and logical of the two while she was the sly and creative one. So she trusted when he claimed he had reason to believe that the crown actually existed, as implausible as that was. No doubt he'd have done his research and checked his sources thoroughly. Of course, using a reference that old was foolish (Sparhawk had inevitably changed over the years, everybody does) but Mira [u]wanted[/u] to believe him. Now with that aside: did she still want to go along with this? [i]Hell yeah.[/i] Mira bobbed her head in acceptance. She was in, whether or not Sorren would be joining them. The weasel's whiskers twitched and it suddenly squealed in despair. [color=856363]"What? Are you mad? A dragon?!?! I don't want to turn into a roast you dull oaf! Release me this instant!"[/color] He did have a point but Mira was already set on going with no intention of chickening out. She made face and came back with how he really didn't have a say in the matter, but the rodent was not having it. He tried clawing his way out of her hand and even resorted to biting but Mira simply held him by the scruff. She signed again. [color=856363]"I am not a fluffy snake! You take that back!"[/color]