[He shall continue holding them, then, finally dragging his gaze up from the carefully petalled creations. The attention to detail is something to be admired; every petal has been separated, but joined carefully.
It reminds Dion of some of the more ambitious creations he once saw at his father's banquets, rare as they were.
The thought of his father, even as a memory, feels as if it is centuries away. He realizes he'd forgotten him entirely. He can simultaneously recall his face, and yet forget it completely.]
A dragon. [He responds, having made the correction many times before. She opens her mouth to show her teeth, as if to prove the point. In truth, she is attempting to reach for one of the cupcakes with her very long neck, balancing by extending her wings. He should indulge her before she makes a mess of it all.] May I have one?
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It reminds Dion of some of the more ambitious creations he once saw at his father's banquets, rare as they were.
The thought of his father, even as a memory, feels as if it is centuries away. He realizes he'd forgotten him entirely. He can simultaneously recall his face, and yet forget it completely.]
A dragon. [He responds, having made the correction many times before. She opens her mouth to show her teeth, as if to prove the point. In truth, she is attempting to reach for one of the cupcakes with her very long neck, balancing by extending her wings. He should indulge her before she makes a mess of it all.] May I have one?