Some Daughters Of Some Bells (
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alicornutopia2014-04-07 02:00 pm
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Pen' was just going to go practice singing. (She likes singing. The words are all lined up for her already and she doesn't get them wrong.) But this doesn't look like the practice room. So it's probably the magic restaurant.
Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
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Yvae is so excited. Absurdly excited. She even stops arguing with her brother to flap around the room, making a little, Eeeeeee! as she goes.
It's around this time that Procellor lands, finished with his overly complicated 'distraction' and updated on what's going on. His mate has informed him of it all - he's fine with an otherworldly visitor. Yvae goes and cuddles him in greeting.
Daddy, daddy! There's going to be a dragon from another world! We get to meet him!
So I've heard, he says, snickering a little.
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"Goodness," he says, with almost exactly the same intonation that Lazarus used when he said exactly the same thing on first seeing the local dragons in Milliways. "Hello."
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Procellor snickers, from nearby. I think he's noticed the 'dragon' part, little one.
Maybe if there's a lot of other worlds there's a reverse daddy somewhere? muses Pyranir.
Oooh! Yeah! And he's a human that goes around looking like a dragon! Yvae replies, excited.
Welcome to the world, says the night colored dragon. Our hatchlings are excited, please forgive any rudeness.
Ha! says Pyranir. Mommy says you're rude!
His mother replies, I did not say which of you was being rude.
That gives Pyranir pause. He decides to go cuddle Rose, pouting just a little.
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This seems like a good excuse for wing-draping from mate. Yes, she's quite gorgeous, he's very pleased with her! And other suitable mush.
You've met all of the dragons from your world? Yvae asks, incredulously. She has not connected the dots between Rose's earlier words and the actual dragon from that place right there in front of her. If I tried to meet all of the dragons in the world it would take forever! There are a lot of dragons.
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Pyranir sulkily pipes up, See? Rude!
Yvae makes a little sad sound, and drops to the floor, drooping her wings. I didn't mean to!
Procellor decides now is the time to interfere. Yvae is scooped up and cuddled. It's alright, little one. We're not graced with good tact from hatching.
Cuddles would ensue. Pyranir decides it's his turn to talk to the strange new dragon!
Hi! he says. Do you like bunnies?
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His mother looks amused. We'll have to see, little one. It'll have to be with permission to visit.
Okay, mommy! But I want to see them eventually.
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Look, he'll even demonstrate. The crumpling illusion magic occurs, and then... The once-dragon is now a human! He grins up at Elasirae. He is appropriately sized for gentle-cave excursions! Hurray!
Daddy! Daddy, you need to come, you have to see! They will be cute! says Yvae, recovering from guilt.
Not as cute as - begins Pyranir. He's interrupted by Yvae tackling him to hug. Wings and limbs go everywhere.
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"Fascinating," he says. "How do you do that?"
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