(( am clueless too, and sorry, but your charries can't be mates/crushes with your charries. But, they can be friends! Slate will find them

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Slate stood at the edge of dragon camp, looking out over the territories of Mystica. Feeling like a small snack, Gray Slate leapt slowly unfolded her wings. Quickly thrusting them toward the ground, Slate was propelled high into the air. She soared with ease, above the clouds, hidden from any peering eyes below. Upon seeing a large dragon she landed in front of it, her signature boom echoing throughout the territory. "Die, leave, or join me." The light shown through the trees, turning her silver scales purple in places. Studying the situation more closely, Slate noticed a tiny wolf sitting next to the dragon, eating its food. She rolled her eyes and kicked it. Her talons cut into it shallowly, but it was thrown into the sky and hit the ground again, bouncing a little into the forest. "Well. What'll it be, dragon?"
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your . You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”
“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”