Lake Lewisia #1108

"Teacher said my roars lacked conviction," she sobbed to her father, scaled shoulders shaking and her horns nearly jabbing him in the throat as she burrowed into his embrace. "But roaring just makes the little humans run away and that's so boring," she went on, her sorrow tinged with that particular teenage fury at the newly-discovered foolishness of the world. After trying to coach and coax his child into the usual ways of things, he supposed there was only one thing left to do: help her find her own way of being a monster.

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LL#1108