[ Which is probably a foolish assumption on Ven's part; he assumes that if it belongs to a dragon there can't be anything too bad there. He'll wind up wandering this way and that, turning over stones with his nose and pawing at logs until he manages to roll them--whelp things, really. Everything about him is just youthful curiosity and fascination with his surroundings.
He even winds up chasing a few of the ducks a ways over at the edge of the lake until they fly away. And repeats it when he finds the next batch, until he's soaked and has mud and algae all over him. ]
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He even winds up chasing a few of the ducks a ways over at the edge of the lake until they fly away. And repeats it when he finds the next batch, until he's soaked and has mud and algae all over him. ]