"This one belongs to you Kyle," Mars said, pointing to the crate that snarled. The one with the Jersey Devil. Her eyes were almost apologetic. "If things don't work out, let me know, you can always be re-*censored*igned."
Mars looked down at her list. "Ash Green" she called. There wasn't a crate for his creature. (Lauren, this is your western dragon) Mars plucked a whistle off of the cart. It had beautiful grey down feathers on it. "Blow this when you're outside" mars instructed when Ash took the stage.
Ash nodded silently. He was excited on the inside, but he showed no sign of it. That just wasn't who he was. He took the whistle and sat on the concrete steps outside. He rolled the whistle between his fingers, examining it over before he blew it. It was a shrill, and very loud noise.
Star jumped. a dragon whistle! She hated those! She growled softly and then settled back down.
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"Reoko Alden Banks!" Mars called.
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