{SE} Fool Me Once

It is always an honour to have my work appreciated, but to have a dragon doing the appreciation is a rare treat indeed and I preen under the attention, the smile on my face so wide it makes my cheeks ache. ”I am glad you like it.” There is a quaver only my voice as I speak, a joy I can’t really contain, and I set about my work again, putting all I can into it. It is going to be a thing of beauty. A soft breath sags out of me when the dragon joins in my poorly hidden amusement. At least I have not been rude. It feels more like we’re sharing a joke, and that is a way of thinking that I find far more agreeable. The dragons snort draws a matching one from me, one of my brows rising in a high arch. ”It’s not as many as you might think.” I explain bright, just knowing that is the cause of the noise. ”This will be forty two. I picked up the skill of weaving rather late, I’m afraid.” ”Now how can I stay upset at a face like that?” I laugh, reaching out to boop the dragons snoot. ”If you really want my forgiveness though, I could use another handful of grass.” Already the basket is as big around as my circled arms, with my fingers barely touching. Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;