He had slept for an age and more. When he awoke, it was to a wailing scream and gentle singing. Once, he had been known as Harry, a word worn like a crown, the burden of it mantled upon him and dragging his head down until his neck nearly snapped from the weight of it. His mother called him Drogon. He supposed Drogon was as good a name as any.
Дамы и господа, а также другие дышащие!
Подайте магии, сколько не жалко, на котонужды.
Пока все идет нормально, но оч велик риск, что все накроется... нехорошо накроется, в общем.
Я обещал пост нытья во вторник, но, быть может, магии хватит и ныть не придётся?
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