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"You met our father last night? I'll not ask why he thought to visit you." It wasn't an insult. Avalon never spoke to anyone in his forest unless they came to him, or he thought they were a possible threat (Arlyth's dragon roar).
"You try turning into a dragon, cousin. They eat their meat raw, why can't I?" Alae huffed and finally slowed down in her eating.
"Because," Alaerth said with a frown, "Raw meat can be unhealthy for those whose bodies are used to eating cooked meat. Full dragons don't cook their meat. We were raised on cooked meat." He jumped over to his sister and snatched the piece she was about to inhale, "Come cook it, sister. We don't need you getting sick." He dragged over to the fire, were she grumbled but grudgingly allowed the veal to be roasted.
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