"Ee! Ber-ber! Dragons!"
"....Okay."
"In tiny little hats!"
"Yes, you are."
"Nono! At that shop! They have tiny porcelain dragons! In small hats!"
"...We're going to be bringing a lot of them home, aren't we?"
"We HAVE to! I mean lookit' their lil' eyes and faces and hats and.. We have to give them a home."
"...Coffee first. Then dragons."
"Teeny-tiny rawr-rawr-rawrs, itty-bitty huff-puffs.."
The past week was incredibly rough. In the brief window between tornadoes of utter nightmares I managed to see this little scene between Cinders and Berrand. A short escape into a place where there's peace, and shops filled with tiny dragons in hats, frequented by tiny dragons (ponies) in hats.
-T.J.