The thing now done, Yvae makes a little displeased sound. I was awful, she whines, after it's complete.

It's okay, dear heart. It's fixed now, says her mother, serenely.

Procellor grins at Rose. "Thank you."

Eeeee! says Pyranir gleefully. Ilayse is similarly ecstatic, for different reasons.

We get to fly we get to fly we get to flyyyy! says Ilayse, in a strangely sing-songy mental voice, to Pen.

Procellor's kind enough to open the door, and happily motions outside to it. "Here you are! Mind the panicking humans, I'll send them off in a bit." Pause, then he adds, "Unharmed, don't worry."

There are indeed humans outside panicking over the door. It's a door with dragons inside. Dragons. Some are hiding their valuables, others are looking like they're trying to get a band together to fend off the dragons.

(The dragon mother gives her a goodbye wave.)

"Ah, damn, that takes away all the fun options," says Procellor, half heartedly. "Ah well. I can cope. Get the door, dearest?"

His mate gets the door, looking faintly amused.

Procellor clears his throat, then makes a little soapbox illusion, and steps up on it. "Ladies and gentlemen! Hello and welcome, to Procellor's house of wonders!"

He's going to do the thing again, Ilayse says to Yvae.

Shhh! she replies.

People are looking at Procellor with bewilderment. This seems to be just how he likes it. "Stay calm, fair citizens! Sometimes I get a bit overzealous with self-advertisement, because I'm just that amazing!" The crowd continues to be bewildered. "You see - I am a magician! A master of illusion and the mystic arts - long have I trained to perform for you, here!" He makes hand motions, as he goes throughout this entire speech. The townsfolk very clearly have no idea what to do with him. "Behold, ladies and gentlemen, as I call forth the elements! Fear not! You are safe with me at the helm!"

He then proceeds to make a dazzling display of electricity - it sparks in the air, dancing harmlessly around. Then, it forms up into the shape of various creatures. Some butterflies, dragonflies, and birds in the air - on the ground, little hopping rabbits and a few deer, all made out of a very complicated display of electricity. They all move around appropriately, disappearing before anyone can touch them (and get shocked by them) but reappearing somewhere else entirely. Some people in the crowd make an, "Ooooooooo" sound. Others are just really confused.

"But the elements isn't all I have at hand, oh no! I am a master of illusion - how else could I have enticed you here?" he says, from his soapbox. "Behold, as I give myself a pair wings!"

He waves his hands, and then - confused magical un-crumple, and he's got a bright pair of baby-blue wings! People clap, still confused but glad this isn't a horrific dragon attack.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, your eyes don't deceive you! Indeed, I now have a pair of wings!"

Meanwhile, while he's showboating, his mate is ushering everyone out of Milliways, and away from his display. She's doing some kind of weird magic thing, but it's hard to tell what - it seems to be something along the lines of avoiding attention.

I want to watch daddy do the thing, he hasn't even made anything in multiple colors yet! complains Yvae, as she's ushered.

Later, darling, replies her mother.

The display of magic would continue. If Rose wants to join in, she can, but if not, she gets to be ushered with the hatchlings.

Daddy is very silly sometimes, says Pyranir. It's fun!

They are ushered away from the crowd of people. Soon they are far enough out of the way that no one's likely to care if they're there, and the dragonness says, He'll meet back up with us at our home. He's going to be doing that for a while. Since everyone here can fly, shall I just show you?

The lady-dragon breaks her illusion, regaining full dragonhood again. She looks amused. I will take that as a yes.

In a secretive tone, Ilayse tells Pen, Get in the air now, mommy has big wings and they'll knock things over.

Yvae and Pyranir take to the sky, flapping happily. Ilayse joins them, doing a little loop and giggling.

Politely, their mother waits until all little flying ones are in the air before she'll fly. She really does tend to upset smaller things' flight when she takes off.

Then, they're joined by the adult dragon. The winds around Rose help, but it's still quite a gust of wind to get the large dragon in the air. Regardless, they'd all be fine.

Rose and Pen are led back to the dragons' home! Mid-flight, people in the town behind them see them (though there's nothing they can do, now), and Procellor takes that as his cue to book it. So he does.

The dragon's home is built into the mountain, and looks only reachable by flying or a very determined rock-climber that had a bout of suicidal tendencies. Yvae and Pyranir land without fuss, followed by their mother - Ilayse enjoys her flight a little longer, doing more loops in the air.

Here we are, informs the dragonness.

The dragonness waves a claw, and several illusions dispell. A pleasant little dragon home is revealed. It's made entirely out of stone, but due to magic it's all nicely carved and decorated. Lovely supporting archways, along with some dragon-sized side-rooms branching off of the main room.

Completing the proper dragon look, the main room is absolutely huge, and filled to the brim with treasure. Gold, silver, ivory, pearls, gemstones, tacky gem-encrusted golden statues, and dozens of other extremely expensive objects.

It's likely that this is the largest quantity of gold and riches in physical form Rose has ever seen.

Hmmm, muses the dragonness. It seemed too small before, you know. Now it just seems tacky.

Yvae giggles, a little. She jumps towards the gold hoard, and goes sliding down one of the many piles, making an, Eeeeeee! sound as she goes. It looks rather fun, and her scales are protecting her nicely.

Though maybe worthwhile for that purpose, muses her mother.

Indeed. I'm not even sure what we'll do with it all, she says. We might just keep it because we don't know what else to do with it.

Meanwhile, Ilayse is flying with Pen. She does wonderful little loops in the air, giggling all the while.

Thank you, says the mother-dragon.

Pyranir goes running up to Rose, toothy grin on his little face. You're a nice human!