{SE} Fool Me Once

The cool breath is, well, a breath of fresh air in the Longheat sun, and I am glad to learn that my new draconic friend is not a fire breather. And even better than that revelation, it likes my work, letting out musical trills and notes. The design is all done, the basket large enough that I could wear it as an exotic dress, if it had the holes for it, and not be considered indecent, but still it needs a little bit more. Luckily, I have an extra set of claws, a pair of sharp eyes at my service, and the dragon is all too eager to help out. Incredibly discerning as well, judging by the time it takes to examine the plants in the clearing. I am presented with three twigs that will work absolutely perfectly for my intents, some of the spare grass wound around the two smaller twigs, and woven into each side of the basket, while the rim is given a similar treatment, a winding pattern of green and tan grasses. When it is complete, I hold it up, offering the finished product up to the dragon. ”For all your sun catching needs.” I announce, bowing slightly as I offer up my work. Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;