[snatcher]

fo̱tiá tró̱go̱n, or white blazers are pumbled by slow growth, however they skip hatrchling hood right to teen.
Your dragon has been searching franticly for a mate. She seems to be deepressed by the fact that no other dragons are teenagers yet. She longs for conpanignship. She wants to lay eggs. Perhaps you could coax another user to feed their dragon a groth barry *attached to this letter you find two white cherry like berrys* A growth barry with atamaticly grow to a teen, then if it's okay for both users your dragons will mate and both of you are garrenteed at lest one egg. However white blazers can lay a clutch of six at most.

[dead poets society]

She is amazing! I will find someone.

[snatcher]

thanks, And I'm sure she'd love that. I could throw in one of my own dragons if you wanted.

[dead poets society]

I found someone, Snow frost or something like that.