081413 #worm Just as the Aviary is about to call it quits for good, to relinquish the relentless twitch that is a spectre's life, a dragon leaps up out of the subterranian dimension of Him and Me. It is a small, unkempt dragon, a rather garish shade of vermillion, with chipped or half-bitten spikes up and down its dilapidated spine.