[He had tried to remember what Balfour had told him about his dragon however long ago, when Reid had asked. He'd done his best, and now he could only hope that Balfour would like it and that Reid wouldn't end up stirring up bad memories or emotions or something.
Cause see, inside the box was a dragon. Not a real dragon, flesh and blood, but a dragon...figure. It was some sort of metal, he wasn't sure exactly what, and it was smooth and shiny and silver. Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, sleek and sort of dainty. Oh yeah, and he'd also enchanted it. It could move-walk, fly, flex its tiny little claws, anything it so desired-and he'd tried to make sure it would be loyal, so that the damn thing wouldn't just wander off and get lost or something, so that Balfour wouldn't have to keep it boxed up all of the time.]
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You say that now. Just wait till you open it.
[He had tried to remember what Balfour had told him about his dragon however long ago, when Reid had asked. He'd done his best, and now he could only hope that Balfour would like it and that Reid wouldn't end up stirring up bad memories or emotions or something.
Cause see, inside the box was a dragon. Not a real dragon, flesh and blood, but a dragon...figure. It was some sort of metal, he wasn't sure exactly what, and it was smooth and shiny and silver. Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, sleek and sort of dainty. Oh yeah, and he'd also enchanted it. It could move-walk, fly, flex its tiny little claws, anything it so desired-and he'd tried to make sure it would be loyal, so that the damn thing wouldn't just wander off and get lost or something, so that Balfour wouldn't have to keep it boxed up all of the time.]