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Miranda noticed the fawn-like beauty casting shyly admiring glances in her direction. Cutting the alluring young charmer from the flock of sycophantic ruminants crowding the elegant soiree was simple for a predator of Miranda's experience. Moments later, "Call me Bambi, everybody does" skittered with colt-like grace to the tree at the foot of the garden that Miranda had suggested for a rendezvous. Gazing about, the doe-eyed creature barely had chance to register that the dragon-lady she'd enticed was lady no more.
Miranda, the silver dragon, idly crunched a femur wondering why romantics believed her assignations ever ended otherwise than dinner.