idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Name me one other person who's watched a dragon and a pumpkin try to play catch. I'll wait.
Pip catches the stone valiantly enough, jumping up to snatch it from the air before tumbling head over heels back to the ground. Then she has to pause a moment, considering her appendages and determining her prehensile tail will be the best tool with which to lob it back. Koa watches with fond amusement, impressed by his companions ability to compensate for short appendages.
Sila is less effusive, but it doesn't phase the boy. "Aw, that's okay. It's a big world out there." Koa flips his hand to be palm-up, extended for sniffs should she care to give them. "I'm not scary, though, I promise." He smiles warmly at the little dragon nestled in a tangle of red mane.
"A clutch of eggs was brought to the Celestine. Pip was too small to make it on her own, so she came to live with me." She'd been barely bigger than a canollini, then. He tilts his head back toward the pumpkin, still not entirely sure what to make of his jack-o-lantern grin. "Huh. That's... wild, honestly. Bet he's got some stories to tell."
And then he pales just a little bit, throat slightly dry. "So... If he's a vampire gourd, what does he, uh, eat?"
Pip catches the stone valiantly enough, jumping up to snatch it from the air before tumbling head over heels back to the ground. Then she has to pause a moment, considering her appendages and determining her prehensile tail will be the best tool with which to lob it back. Koa watches with fond amusement, impressed by his companions ability to compensate for short appendages.
Sila is less effusive, but it doesn't phase the boy. "Aw, that's okay. It's a big world out there." Koa flips his hand to be palm-up, extended for sniffs should she care to give them. "I'm not scary, though, I promise." He smiles warmly at the little dragon nestled in a tangle of red mane.
"A clutch of eggs was brought to the Celestine. Pip was too small to make it on her own, so she came to live with me." She'd been barely bigger than a canollini, then. He tilts his head back toward the pumpkin, still not entirely sure what to make of his jack-o-lantern grin. "Huh. That's... wild, honestly. Bet he's got some stories to tell."
And then he pales just a little bit, throat slightly dry. "So... If he's a vampire gourd, what does he, uh, eat?"
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