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Who: Mia OTA
Where: In the area between arenas
When: Afternoon, June 17
What: Mia is trying to get back a ring that she is very sure is hers Aim has taken from her.
"Aim," Mia yelled at the little dragon as she stamped her foot. "Give it back!" The little dragon was fluttering around her head with a small silver ring in his tiny claws. Every time Mia reached up for it, the dragon drifted a little higher. It was playing a game with her and obviously, the woman didn't appear as if she were happy with this game.
Mia didn't know where the silver ring had come from, only that it was hers and she wanted it back. So she jumped and grabbed at it, while Aim dangled it just out of her reach.
This was going on outside, in the sunshine and Mia's voice, while that of a grown woman, had the sentence pattern of a six year old. Her brown/black hair bounced in curls and for those who knew her, something else was strange, instead of her usual three layers of clothes, she was only wearing one layer, a tank top with a giant kiss smack on it and a pair of jeans over little black sandals.
"Give it back, give it back, give it back."
The little green dragon just floated above her head on the breeze, the silver ring caught in its claws.
Where: In the area between arenas
When: Afternoon, June 17
What: Mia is trying to get back a ring that she is very sure is hers Aim has taken from her.
"Aim," Mia yelled at the little dragon as she stamped her foot. "Give it back!" The little dragon was fluttering around her head with a small silver ring in his tiny claws. Every time Mia reached up for it, the dragon drifted a little higher. It was playing a game with her and obviously, the woman didn't appear as if she were happy with this game.
Mia didn't know where the silver ring had come from, only that it was hers and she wanted it back. So she jumped and grabbed at it, while Aim dangled it just out of her reach.
This was going on outside, in the sunshine and Mia's voice, while that of a grown woman, had the sentence pattern of a six year old. Her brown/black hair bounced in curls and for those who knew her, something else was strange, instead of her usual three layers of clothes, she was only wearing one layer, a tank top with a giant kiss smack on it and a pair of jeans over little black sandals.
"Give it back, give it back, give it back."
The little green dragon just floated above her head on the breeze, the silver ring caught in its claws.