In Which He Changed His Mind

His dragon scales were lighter at the end, evolving into a darker color that was almost black-red at the tip of each scale.

The person in issue was celebrating their 400th birthday on that day. He was having a great time playing around in the snow with his friends and performing stunts for them.

When a dragon reached the age of one hundred, members of the dragon tribe held a special ritual to celebrate the occasion.

John, in his wild form, inhaled the brisk air contained within his larger-than-life dragon form as he reveled in the experience and made the most of every moment.

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"Who the heck does he think he is, and why does he think it?" (Who the hell does he think he is?) Lisa murmured, half drunk. After she had stopped crying, she got to her feet and began to walk down the corridor. "I'm sorry, but I just can't do this any longer. Tomorrow, I'm going to get up early and get on the road as soon as possible, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to obtain what I want.

After hastily entering her room, she waited for a drunken Mona to come in before attempting to enter herself.

When Lisa said to Mona, "I hope you had a good time," she said it with the intention of using a tone that was offensive.

"Miss Lisa...." Drunk Mona managed to say.

Because her wings did not have adequate strength, she could not stay afloat in the sea. She continued to hit the ground, groaning as she did so, and then she would hold herself in the air, occasionally coming to rest against a wall.

The flight that Mona had was very similar to that of a young bird that was making its first journey, one that was falling from the sky and failing terribly.

As Lisa made her way to the bedroom, she gave Mona a sneering look before continuing on her way. It seemed as though Lisa's entire consumption of alcoholic beverages had resulted in an uncontrolled combustion, and she was currently ablaze.

She put Mona on the spot by inquiring, "Mona, where do you suppose you're going?"

"Mis..tre Li..sa," Mona mumbled something as she flipped around and hung backward in the air as she was in the middle of the air. "Wha..t happen?"

The question "You don't even know what transpired, huh?" is meant to be taken in a rhetorical sense. The door was slammed shut by Lisa, causing it to make a dull thud as it shut.

At this time, Mona was sitting on the edge of the bed and gave a little shake of her head before continuing. It appeared as though Lisa was trying to attract the attention of another person by walking with her feet lightly tapping the ground.

By the time Lisa reached the bedroom, Mona had already passed out on the bed, her tiny legs hanging off the edge of the mattress.

"Oh, Wow. In response to this, Lisa said, "Excellent, Mona," while simultaneously raising both of her hands into the air. "Excellent, Mona." "Get some sleep by whatever means necessary. I can't stress this enough. When it's all said and done, who precisely is Lisa? A nobody. Why should anybody be worried about Lisa, if she is nobody? Nobody has even batted an eyelid in protest of the remark that she is someone's whore, and she has been called that.

She murmured "Grghhh" as she squeezed the center of her forehead while making the sound.

She closed her eyes, took a nervous breath, and then opened them to peer out the window at the white colors of the galaxy that they were passing through. She was terrified.

Lisa moved into a slightly closer proximity to the glass and lightly tapped the very tips of her fingers against it.

"I am unimportant to everyone. There is not another person anywhere on this planet who can help me. As she watched the white hues pass by, she muttered to herself, "I don't have anyone to talk to when I feel like jumping off this ship."

As Lisa's state of mind continued to deteriorate, she let out a heavy sigh. She sat where she was on the ground, pulling her knees to her chest and leaning her head against the glass.

"I'll never be loved. This is the person I will remain throughout my life. A lone violinist in the room. To put it simply... Lisa mumbled something under her breath while smiling in a mocking manner.

  As she looked up, she repeatedly blinked her eyes to clear them. She had the feeling of something being caught in her throat, and her eyes darted around the room as she looked for something, anything, to cling to. Because the room was so empty, she experienced a greater sense of isolation than at any other time.