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[campanas]

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.

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[beheld_beauty]

"Would this place Elasirae's size under his own control, or yours?" asks Rose. "If the latter, it might make more sense for myself or perhaps Sarion to enchant him."

[aestrix]

"Mine. If you want to enchant him, you can, I just thought I was the most obvious choice," he replies with a shrug.

[pythbox]

"I think it seems more convenient for me to be able to control it myself," he says. "In case I want to fit into small spaces or interact with small creatures when you aren't around."

[beheld_beauty]

"I imagine Sarion will not mind helping you if you ask her when you go home, then. She has the advantage of not needing a channel. And then you will be able to visit the Gentle Cave or any other smallish locations that struck your fancy."

[pythbox]

Elasirae looks pleased. "That will be nice."

[aestrix]

Alright, Procellor shrugs. Let me know if you need me to help with size issues.

Yvae and Pyranir are at last untangled. Pyranir is busy cleaning his wings of dirt from the scuffle, but Yvae wanders up to Elasirae, looking up at him. So... What magic do you have? Mommy and daddy have lots! I bet you can do all kinds of cool things!

[pythbox]

"I'm a Thilanushinyel dragon," he says, sitting up straight and curling his tail around his forefeet. "We don't do magic ourselves, although we have a lot."

[aestrix]

Every other dragon in the room stares at Elasirae. Pyranir is the one to break the silence that follows with, Do you just not want to?

[pythbox]

"No - we can't use our own magic. But some of us meet people from our world who can do magic, and Bond with them, and then our Bondmates can use it."

[aestrix]

People like other dragons? says the innocent Pyranir, hopefully. He doesn't understand dragons just never getting magic.

[pythbox]

Elasirae shakes his head. "People who aren't dragons. Because if they were dragons, they wouldn't be able to use the magic either."

[aestrix]

Pyranir stares up at him, with big eyes. Then, Elasirae has a little hatchling coming at him for cuddles. This is followed by the second hatchling present.

That's so sad! says Pyranir, in a squeaky voice, attaching himself to Elasirae's nearest limb.

I'm so sorry! You can be a dragon here and we can find a way to get you magic! Yvae proclaims, from under a wing.

Even the adult dragons look sad; Procellor walks over and looks at him, pity clear on his face. His mate lowers her head, in sorrow.

"I am so sorry. Would it help if we didn't do anything magical in front of you?" Procellor offers.

[beheld_beauty]

"Magic is a little easier to come by brand-new when there are kindly-disposed Bells around," Rose points out dryly.

[pythbox]

"...er," says Elasirae, slightly embarrassed but nevertheless attempting to gently return all relevant snuggles. "It's all right, really. As Rose said, if I want to be able to do some magic, it won't be very difficult to make that happen. But I haven't missed the lack very much so far."

[aestrix]

The hatchlings make a synchronized sad sound. They don't believe him. He's obviously putting on a brave face.

You're a brave dragon, Elasirae. Strength of wind and fierceness of fire go with you, says their mother, solemnly.

Elasirae does not look like he's going to be free of hatchling cuddles anytime soon. They still look so sad.

[pythbox]

He continues to cuddle the hatchlings, in that case!

"Um. Thank you. But it's honestly fine. I like learning about magic, and for that I don't need to be able to do any."

[aestrix]

Hatchling cuddles continue. Procellor's illusion tears - and he returns to his dragon form, to cuddle his mate. They all look pensive and sad.

Softly, Procellor offers, If you'd like, we will let you have a portion of our hoard. It's the least we can do, for - for a fellow dragon that is without magic of his own.

This is a big deal for dragons of this type. Elasirae probably has no idea, but it's somewhat unheard of. It would be appropriate to be either in awe, or reasonably respectful. If incredibly suspicious.

And if there is a way to let you use the magic you have, we will help in any way we can, adds his mate.

[pythbox]

"I wouldn't have anywhere to put it," Elasirae says wryly. "But thank you very much. I'm afraid making a dragon from my world able to use their own magic is probably impossible. I'd have to ask a unicorn to be sure, but I'd expect them to agree."

[aestrix]

Pyranir and Yvae make the synchronized sad sound, again.

You don't have a home? trills Yvae, distraught. No place to put shinies or - or things you like, or anything?!

[pythbox]

"The dragons of Thilanushinyel have a place to live, but we don't keep - things there, generally, unless they're for someone's Bonded."

[aestrix]

Gently, Procellor offers, Would you like us to help you with making a lair? To put the small hoard we'll give you. It won't be too big of a hoard, but - but it seems wrong to leave a dragon without one entirely.

[pythbox]

"That would be very kind of you," he says, blinking up at them. "But, um, I don't think I need one."

[aestrix]

Nonsense, insists the night dragon. All dragons need lairs. I understand you're young, but if you don't snatch up the good lair locations there won't be any left.

Rose? May we head to his world, and find him a good place to put a lair? asks Procellor.

[beheld_beauty]

"Sarion is the Bell for his world, not me, and I do not expect she would think very highly of you barging in for the express purpose of giving someone a thing he does not appear to want."

[pythbox]

"...It's not that I don't want one exactly..." he says. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. I don't object. But I wouldn't know where to put it, and I don't know what the elves would think if it were in the Elven Lands but I'm not sure where else, and I don't need one, so I wouldn't want to put these nice people to the trouble."