As I understand it, in the internal mechanics of the television show that this comic is in reference to, the tiny dragon’s digestive system functions as sort of a fax machine, and he is sometimes called upon to incinerate or regurgitate correspondence for the other characters’ convenience. At least, that’s how it was explained to me; I certainly haven’t watched the show myself, and almost probably haven’t drawn any fan art for it. (caution: language)
Nor, of course, do I spend any amount of time working on this comic with musical numbers from the show playing on constant loop. Let’s not be silly.
Today’s comic is provided by the very talented and very charming miss Mirelmture, who, like Nicole, swept in to maintain the standards of quality we aspire to here at The Dawn Chapel while I was brung low by tiny, comic-hating viruses. Also, she too has a store, from which things can be boughten. Everyone who is cool is on Storenvy. Everyone.