Here's  Sini and  ~Tyrion~ in their natural habitat.

Sini is wrapping up a read of this novel, you see. This is way too much stasis for his frisky friend Tyrion to handle.

Tyrion does a preparatory wiggle of his rump, then springs ... And a howl rings out; "HALP—HALP—AAAH!" cries Sini, not knowing what the hell has just attached itself to his body (not having had a good look-see, yet, but thinking it is some parasite or snake). His paw prints teeter all about the forest floor.

Tyrion dangles smugly from the derg, upside-down. Is he satisfied by the amount of mayhem he has caused?

No. For, the velcro dragon is never satisfied. Not until he gets his free ride across the forest amidst a flurry of floundering wings.

Now, let us depart from the scene. We mustn't corrupt the civilization of the woods with our barbarity.

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This splendid view of Tyrion and Sini doing what dragons do best is brought to you by the great  dreameroftheblue