[It's certainly a softer landing, but on embarrassment alone Hornet would declare this unquestionably the worst outcome. For a moment she remains on Dragonite's belly, simultaneously stewing in frustration and processing things enough to conclude that no, this creature is supposed to be orange, it's fine.]
[Then comes a witness, and Hornet scrambles to her feet and to retrieve her needle.]
"I am perfectly alright, thank you— Is this your creature? I'm afraid I found it on the roof."
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[Then comes a witness, and Hornet scrambles to her feet and to retrieve her needle.]
"I am perfectly alright, thank you— Is this your creature? I'm afraid I found it on the roof."