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"Friendly."
     
    Indeed, now he saw that the dragon was striped and had the head of a
    donkey.   It was forging through the brier patch, not even noticing the
    briers.   And on it was a young woman half a shade lovelier than D.   Sire
    in her seduction mode.
     
    "Disgusting!" the demoness agreed, forming beside him.
     
    The dragon ass came to a stop before them.   "We heard your whistle," the
    beautiful woman said to Willow.   "How may we help?"
     
    "This nice faun helped get Woofer out of trouble," Willow explained.
    "We'd like to help him in return."
     
    The woman turned her graceful gaze on Forrest.   "I am Chlorine. My
    talent is poisoning water.   This is my friend Nimby, whom I love more
    than anything in Xanth, and to whom I owe everything.   His talent is
    making the two of us anything we want to be.   We travel around, looking
    for good deeds to do.   Who are you, and why are you worthy of a favor?"
     
    "I am Forrest Faun, and I'm not worthy of any favor."
     
    Chlorine glanced at Willow.   "That's not true," the winged elf girl
    said.   "He's trying to find a replacement faun for a tree that will fade
    or die otherwise.   He needs to get across the Gap Chasm so he can go ask
    the Good Magician's advice.   And he doesn't have time to serve a year
    there, because the tree will last only a month."
     
    The woman's gaze returned to Forrest.   "I gather you're not the smartest
    faun in Xanth, but you mean well."
     
    That summed it up nicely.   "Yes."
     
    "So we'll help you," she decided.   "Won't we, Nimby?" She leaned forward
    to hug the dragon's neck.   They seemed to be the perfect combination: a
    beauty and a beast.
     
    Nimby nodded yes.   "I love you," Chlorine said, kissing his neck. "You
    gave me back my tear, and so much more."
     
    Forrest gathered that there was more to that relationship than showed on
    the surface.   Why should such a lovely woman care so much about such an
    ugly dragon?   But that was the same kind of a question others asked
    about uns and nymphs with trees: why did they bind themselves to such
    unresponsive plantsT There was no point tryin, to explain the wonders of
    the relationships to those who lucked any basis for understanding. Maybe
    Nby protected Chlorine from other dragons, though he did not look very
    formidable.   Maybe he just had a nice personality.   Or maybe it was that
    great beauty was attracted to great ugliness.
     
    Chlorine straightened up and looked at Forrest again.   "Get on behind
    me," she said.   "We'll take you across the Gap."
     
    Forrest looked at the daunting vast void.   "But how?"
     
    She smiled, and the local scenery brightened.   "You'll see."
     
    So Forrest walked to the side of the dragon, and scrambled up on its
    back.   But his perch seemed insecure.   The dragon's small wings were
    right behind him, and Chlorine's remarkably contoured backside was
    before him.
     
    "Put your arms around me," Chlorine said.   "And hold on TIGHT"
     
    .   'But-' , She reached back and caught his hands, drawing them forward
    until his hands touched across her small waist.   He clasped his fingers
    together. His face was almost in her flowing hair, which smelled of new
    mown hay.
     
    The dragon strode forward, directly toward the brink.   His head dropped
    down into the chasm, disappearing from view.   Then the main body crossed
    the edge, turning at right angles.   They were going down into the gap!
     
    The sky seemed to whirl as they changed orientation.   Terrified, Forrest
    clung tightly to Chlorine, expecting to plummet into the awful depths of
    the chasm.
     
    But it didn't happen.   He found himself jammed tight against Chlorine's
    shapely back, his thighs against her hips, his face buried in her
    fragrant hair-and they weren't falling.   Instead they were moving down
    the vertical wall, as if it were level.   Chlorine's hair wasn't even out
    of place.
     
    "Bye," Sean said, waving.   He was floating beside them,