{SE} Fool Me Once

The dragon makes a sound as if it is chastising me for putting my company down, and I have to laugh again, bright and bubbly. ”Don’t worry, she may be faster, but I promise you I am better company than her. She’s barely seventy after all, still like a baby.” I snort and shake my head, not needing to look at the pattern I’m weaving, over and under and around, looping again and again to add texture and open spaces where I can. A warm hum comes from the dragon, making my fingers pause their dance as I turn to consider him. Consider the nod, a very mortal reaction. The sense of familiarity, of something being not quite right returns, and I angle my head as I look upon it. My question is returned before I can really think too hard about the dragon, and I laugh again at how easily it comes across. ”Catching the sun is a ceremony I usually practice with my family. There’s a pond, in my mothers planting grounds, with a clear view of the sky.” I look up into the bright blue now, a smile on my face. ”We pack a meal, and take turns casting our baskets into the water.” It is a fun day, one that we’ve practiced since I was a child, barely able to flutter around our home, lt alone the vast gardens that surrounded home. I sigh wistfully, and return to my work, fingers flying again. ”Sometimes, I swear the water stays golden for a moment after the sun has set.” Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;