[ WP ] As a child , you were kidnapped by a roving gang of marauders . A year later , you were saved by a dragon , who now seeks to raise you as her own .

The fork clattered to the floor. Sighing, the girl tipped her tricorn hat back and stretched for the errant cutlery, all the while spinning the knife in her right hand. 
 A gust of disapproving warm air batted the hat to join the fork, and she looked up to the Great Maw of Taras. 
 *Child. Do not spin your cutlery. It is undignified. * 
 A sigh escaped his lips, bearing the loss of patience in the zephyr. 
 The girl gathered her hat, the fork and an attempt at dignity and sat back up. Primly posing, back straight, she twirled the knife a final rotation before setting it back to the table. 
 *And the hat, too. * 
 `` I believe you told me that *ladies*'' the last word dripping with honeyed contempt `` were allowed to wear hats to the table?'' 
 *Indeed. But small ones, fascinators. * **Not** *large sailing hats. Nor is exposing the tongue an appropriate form of showing displeasure. * 
 Returning her tongue to the confines of her mouth, she used it for its proper use. `` But I'm *bored*. Besides, I know Table Etiquette.'' This time the Dragon's snort flickered with flame. 
 *Prove it. * 
 `` Fine, I shall. The Cutlery, you work from the outside, in. Elbows off the table. Chew with your mouth closed.The Port is passed to the port. No sea shanties or fist fights at the table. The Captain carves. There; all a lady needs for Table Etiquette.'' 
 *I do not believe the last two are required amongst politer society* 
 The girl's face screwed up in puzzlement. `` Wot, you mean that fist fights *are* allowed at the table? What a strange lot.'' This time, she was ready for the burst of warm air as Taras' laugh filled the Hall. 
 *Very well. Your knowledge is acceptable. Marginally. * 
 The girl leapt up and buckled on the cutlass hanging from the back of the chair. She ran from the cave, down the coastal cliffs to the Ship anchored in the sheltered cove below. Her eyes squinted against the sun, remembering the conversation from last week. `` I'm sorry, lass'' the Captain had explained `` the Deal is for the Dragon to guard our treasure, and he's decided that means you.'' Her protests were silenced by his raised hands. `` I know lass, but when we... err... rescued you, we did not understand the magnitude of the situation. Until your uncle stops sending assassins, you need to be protected.'' 
 `` Besides'' he said with a grin `` it's not every Princess with a Dragon for a tutor''
