The last child had managed to wander her way right into the middle of a barfight. The sound of phaser pistols going off had her fluffing up like a huge, red, hairy balloon, and in no time flat, Ennila was hiding behind one of the overturned wooden tables. "What in hell are you doing in here?" a huge, red dragon demanded, startled by the child's presence.

"They're shooting at me!" Ennila replied, wide-eyed.

"No, they're shooting at me!" Endellion retorted, never the less scooping Ennila under his wing. "Listen, kid, just stay behind me, alright? Kid? Kid?"

"I'm here!" Ennila told him. She shifted a little, her otherwise invisible form rippling against the background.

"Well, hell," Endellion replied, bemused. "That's not a bad idea!" It wouldn't be long before a gout of steam whistled up and over the table, clinging to a rippling bit of invisible dragonet. Hopefully they'd be able to evade the people that the whorling had managed to piss off..

(Written by Dray of the Nexus)