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✤ Conversations in the Sunlit Gardens . . .  

∴ Kulaan looked from the skulled, cheerful creature to the skull-covered-with-skin and just as cheerful her. A brow was perked, a mark of the surprise brought on by her question. “Really? Do you know what it even does?” He inquired, pointing to the creature with a glance.
“Well, he obviously does what he does. Come on! Just for an hour . . . we’re not even going to release him into the central market. Promise, it’ll be the back alleys.” She pleaded, raising puppy eyes to him.Continue reading✤ Conversations in the Sunlit Gardens . . .  

✤ When a joke the makes dad . . .  

∴ He lowered his voice into silence, and watched the Mandrake Troupe hold their breaths. When he spoke, he voice was thickened, heavier – because that is how a Dragon speaks, he added. “My Wife.” The Dragon began. “The reasons I do not such things is because . . .” He stopped. A light flickered behind his eyes, as he watched his little buddies inching closer, and raising their little hands towards him, eager and with baited breaths. They needed to know! He continued. “The reason I do no such things is because I am . . . a man-drake.”
The Mandrakes remained stunned for a second – and at a moment’s notice, they turned around and wailed in anguish at the hearing of such an ending. “You are not that clever.” Spoke the bird next to him. “Yes, I am.” He smirked back. Continue reading✤ When a joke the makes dad . . .