"You won't believe that brat", Meroa told Hatula over their morning coffee, "that dragon probably cost millions and he just inherits it from nowhere", taking a sip from her cup, "these cultist Kobolds have the worst legacies", she looked at her sister, "he cant be more than twelve".

"What makes you say that?" Hatula looked back at her, "it sounds like he controlled his powers most of the times", raising her own cup, "it's not easy to Play a dragon"

"He doesn't know anything", her words coming out more bitter than intended, "I had to tell him about action timers", looking outside the window, "literaly kicked him to drag his lazy ass up that beach", taking another sip, "and he wanted to abandon that sweet priceless one of kind avatar like it was garbage because of three arrows and some magical burns", trembling hands placed the cup on the table.

"That does sound like a newbie" Hatula said after a pause, "I just can't believe someone would buy something like what you described for some kid's initiation birthday", another pause, "unless they have some legacy characters already inherited by an older sibling and needed something equal for the brat" accepting Meroa's judgement and knowing first hand what it was like to be second in a legacy family that invested everything in one character, "what do you plan to do next?" she finally asked.

Meroa placed her hands flat on the table to stop them from trembling in frustration, it was part of the price for playing the game, losing motor control related to emotions when living without artificial blockers, "I have to train my dragon", smiling sheepishly at Hatula's choking snort, "stupid custom built avatar" she added, "I bet he doesn't even know it's basic abilities"

"What makes you think its a boy" Hatula asked sarcastically, "never hit on you and I know that sweet ass Avatar of yours looks better than fine" some bitterness escaped her control.

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"You didn't see what he did to me last month?", sounding more upset than Hatula thought Meroa was.

"What that colors prank?" Hatula looked at her sister in surprise, "you mean you still didn't remove them?"

"Nothing can remove them" Meroa cut in at the question, "Tima killed himself and his new fucking avatar was still painted", she looked Hatula in the eyes , "fields of annihalation wrecked priceless sets of equipment and the only feature not even scratched was the stupid color scheme", trembling again, "we look like a bunch of clowns walking in the Kobold capital with blotches of prime colors all over us and the pastels are even worse".

Hatula laughed at the words, "sorry" trying to calm herself, "I just remembered your purple shiny eye" snorting another laugh before getting serious "dad is gonna kill you"

"Dad cast annihilation on his favorite boots", Hatula gasped putting a hand to her mouth and silently wording 'no', "yep no more freedom of movement and silent step but they are unique indestructible puke green and sunshine yellow boots", to which her sister squinted in surprise, "yea the one other feature beside mad colors is all the gear is utterly and totally indestructible", continuing without pause, "if you annihilate it you just end up with mundane bright colored indestructible equipment"

"I wish we had indestructible walls", Hatula finally calmed down, "we lost another town last night and a major hub got breached and sacked"

"That reminds me", Meroa said, "how is the blockade on Thenara going?"

Staring at her sister Hatula was at a loss for words "what blockade on Thenara?" Her breath quickening, "I had no reports on anything like that"

"It's where we were shot down" Meroa wasn't sure what to say.

"Are you certain it was Thenara and not some other stupid name generator town?" Raising her voice was a sure sign Hatula was about to lose her mind, "are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure", Meroa was annoyed "remember I helped build those walls it's why we were heading there in the first place"

"Shit" Hatula cried and then screamed "DAD", while running down the stairs and leaving Meroa to clean up like allways, "get your ass online Meroa" Hatula popped her head through the door, "talk to you online bye"

Meroa cleared the dishes, it wasn't like she could actually do anything when she was stuck in a cave with a wounded dragon played by a baby barely out of his diapers.