{SE} Fool Me Once

The joy with which my gift is accepted surprises me somewhat, though really I shouldn’t be surprised by anything in this situation anymore. There is a moment of worry when the dragon lifts itself up, but I am presented with an elegant bow instead of anything worth worrying over, and I can’t help the laugh as I bow back. ”I am honoured you like it.” I watch as the dragon réorienta itself, takes a firm grip of the basket, then darts into the sky. I have to lift a hand to shield my eyes as the force of it rushes around me, grass and dirt and hair blowing. The hand stays up as I try in vain to follow the silver shape as it rises and rises, though before long it becomes impossible, the sun too bright and the sky too vast. After a moment, a roar quakes through the sky, drawing my gaze back up. The dragon glides through the sky, coming back down, apparently pleased with its catch of rays. I laugh, my own wings lifting my to the crowns of the trees so I can answer with my own whoop, excitement rushing through me. Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;