Amber smiled. [okay. Heres kind of a tricky one: A man is trapped in a room. There are only two ways to go through, the first door, which is made out of magnifying glass and instantly fries anything that come in because of the sun, or the second door, which has a fire breathing dragon. How does he escape?] Amber petted her horse.

Noelle walked down the street, her pet, a falcon named Silas, on her shoulder. Her family was from a long bloodline of falconeers who raised and raced falcons and other tamable raptors. People shot her strange looks, children pointing an murmuring.

She ignored all of it and continued down the sidewalk, stopping when she saw a friend from school. "Oh, hey there. It didn't see you, Sali."

Pfft, simple. Wait until sundown and go through the first door.

Hey Noelle. She said, and Hana barked eagerly at her feet

Silas shrieked but stayed still as Noelle made a gesture with her hand. She reached down and stroked the little puppy's head, laughing as her little tongue lolled out of her mouth. "Cute dog. Who are you guys?" She looked at the other two.

Countrian idiots, she muttered

[yes. Your turn. And whos this idiot that just came?] She guestured to Noelle.

"Um, excuse me?" Noelle's shoulder tightened and Silas fixed his beady gaze on the girl. "That's rather rude."

Noelle. A very skilled falconer

[Amber. And yall better watch what yall say about countrians. Well make yall work till you have blisters all over....] Amber stroked her horses neck.