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How to spend her evening, Titanana what to do during her Mistresses current foray into the dating world of humanoids. By her wings she was happy that Fairy Dragons suffer thru such complicated social dances; when a Fairy Dragon made ready to clutch she presented herself in the sun and waited on the males to assemble.

Attracted by her signal the males would engage in contests of flight, wealth, and comedy as each prayed to see her wings open for him but still only 1,012 years old she was centuries from such concerns. Because of her youth she had a Mob she was a member of and it was a mixed bag of mostly commons and only 3 monarchs two of those females also which meant competition for the only male monarch which she refused to be engaged in.
 
Thought{You should be with the mob teasing that snotty blue that had harassed the mob while they had been out flying, Oh the jokes they must be playing?}Thought

Instead Alph takes another sip as she considers the effect of being a humanoid's familiar.