So, I found out what the blue stuff was (and the most-likely reason why the young dragons don't want to play in our yard anymore). I guess the ice dragons have blue blood (then again, someone earlier showed it). My dad saw one of them (possibly Antarctica, based on his description of it) playing around with the heating/AC unit. He shot at it, and got it in the wing membrane. The dragon freaked out and ran into the forest behind our house while my dad tried to take another shot (he missed).

He just-now told me about it. He seemed so... antipathic about it.

It made me sick that he'd care so little.

It makes me want to... ...... What am I even saying? He's still my father; I should still love him in the end, even if I hate him right now, right?