Havana Oh Na Na;; Growth 1 Part 1 - Teeth.

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]The sneeze the raptor gave off made the child jump in surprise from his spot, fur fluffing up before face returning to his entertained smile. Masie, the adult had replied to him. He didn't think much of the name, repeating it into his mind so that he could remember it. Unfortunately, while his eyes were fixated on the movements of the prehistoric creature, he stopped paying attention to Owen's words. He thought it to be too long and boring, it was hard to talk to Elijah for too long when one didn't know the trick for doing it. The kitten blinks confusedly at Masie's action, the lowering of her head that he thinks only to try patting her again, thinking that maybe the raptor just liked the affection he thought he was giving. It doesn't, however, take him long to realise the growing shadow behind him. He looks up, eyes twinkling in discomfort of the spiny albino figure of the indominous rex. Although Owen was a dinosaur, he couldn't help but say "Dragon" and raise his wings in a protective manner over Masie. In the fairy tales that Elijah had read, dragons were evil. They were supposed to be slain. The scar on Owen's eye only made him even more certain that the large dinosaur was bad. "Bad dragon," he tells him off, puffing his cheeks, "Spit out the dog you ate and go away. Don't make me fight you." He pokes his tongue at the big 'mean dragon'.