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The colt answered.

Dragon continued to glare at the colt, but a voice interrupted him. He whirled his hindquarters to the mare, and kicked out before turning back to face her. "I don’t care what you have to say, mare." He hissed. "Haven’t I told you enough times to stay away from me? Haven’t you caused me enough trouble? This conversation with with your son and me only. Understand?" That that said and done, he snapped at the air, inches from the mare’s face.

Turning back to Elysium’s son, he listened to his words. If it was possible, by the end of the speech, Dragon’s ears were smeared tighter against his head. "We. Do. Not. Belong. Together! Stop trying to convince me that I’m the witch here. Your mother is a witch, Samson, and I don’t care if you don’t want to be my son. I’ve already stopped thinking about you as my son. I came here to talk about getting my home back peacefully, but it looks as though the only thing either of you want to talk about is the fight that the mare and I had! I have said the final word. We are not meant for each other, and I will not forgive that mare." Now glaring at both the mare and the colt, Dragon breathed heavily before more calmly adding a few more words into the conversation.

"Now are you going to give me my home back?"

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