Shia'teth, the 1'2'' wyrmling clung to Cornelia's thigh with savage strength, her bite not able to pierce her flesh, but her claws sinking deeper and deeper into her calf. Cornelia had insulted her honor and this could not stand. She was suddenly ripped off of Cornelia's calf and turned towards the gigantic Junathoraxus, but she was oblivious to anyone other than Cornelia, who said that she belonged in the nest still. She took an inhalation of breath and breathed on Cornelia. Fortunately for Cornelia she had a death ward on her, or she would have inhaled negative energy.
After being torn from Cornelia's leg, Junathoraxus grabbed her in his paw, where he proceeded to scold the dragon and make sure that she was going to not repeat her offense. Laying in a puddle of her own tears and shaking like a leaf, he took off and the harmonium guards grabbed the small dragon, throwing her in a cold cell.
She served her sentence in the corner, sobbing to herself and trying to find a way back to the shadow realm. Perhaps... perhaps Sigil isn't the place for a small shadow wyrmling. She thought. Perhaps mother was wrong for sending me here.
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Nica questions the wyrmling with an unusual display of compassion and conversationalism. She wasn't huge into dragons... or children, but she had enough training to know how to deal with at least the latter. After some discussion and getting the wyrmling to calm down, she explained a little about the laws to them. Releasing them prematurely for being too young for holding cell, and into the care of one called Taj'mirri.