Also delicious, but that is probably not the the aspect of her liking bunnies that she should bring up here. At any rate she hasn't eaten any meat that was nonmagical in origin in years.
Hugs. "I did not think bunnies were so hard to feed. Is there something else going on I don't know about?"
She does not poke holes in the flimsiness of the food explanation for Pyranir.
[My second daughter wanted a griffin. None are conventionally available as pets, so I made her one. As long as I'm here... Well, I would need to call in my husband to help me with the enchantment, but it is more likely than not that he would not mind. Though perhaps it would be best saved for when I am already about to leave, and I do not think that Pen is done flying with your daughter or that her mother would appreciate my leaving her unattended.]
Mommy, asks Yvae, once she's done playing on the hoard of treasure. What are the dragons from other worlds like?
I don't know, dear heart. I've never met one, she replies, reasonably.
"In Thilanushinyel, there are only a handful of them. There was a near-extinction and they are coming back slowly and with magical help," says Rose. "They come in various sizes and colors, but being dragons, they are of course winged and quadrupedal and scaly and much larger than a human. Several of them come to Bell parties when we throw them. I have not met a Chronicle dragon, although Glass, who you saw, counts at least one among her friends. I think Materia may have dragons, but people who are not originally from Materia are not advised to visit it. It has - unkind laws of nature."
Her mother snickers, a little. Perhaps, but not to Materia, on Rose's recommendation. She only just got here, though - don't you want to learn more about her world?
Yvae thinks about this, for a little while, then looks at Rose. ... Is it mean for me to say I want to meet the dragons?
"I do not mind. I'll go put a Janepoint somewhere, and while I'm doing it she will ask dragons if they want to come here and meet you. Perhaps they will."
Pyranir nuzzles Rose, a little. I like you. Don't worry, Yvae's just rude.
That gets him a face, from his sister. Am not!
Are too! replies her brother.
They would continue on like this for a while, unless interrupted.
And she puts out the query.
Back to the dragons' cave teleports Rose. "Elasirae is a Thilanushinyel dragon - in fact, he is an alt of Lazarus, who you met earlier - and he would like to visit. Jane can bring him here now if you would like."
Yvae is so excited. Absurdly excited. She even stops arguing with her brother to flap around the room, making a little, Eeeeeee! as she goes.
It's around this time that Procellor lands, finished with his overly complicated 'distraction' and updated on what's going on. His mate has informed him of it all - he's fine with an otherworldly visitor. Yvae goes and cuddles him in greeting.
Daddy, daddy! There's going to be a dragon from another world! We get to meet him!
So I've heard, he says, snickering a little.
Procellor snickers, from nearby. I think he's noticed the 'dragon' part, little one.
Maybe if there's a lot of other worlds there's a reverse daddy somewhere? muses Pyranir.
Oooh! Yeah! And he's a human that goes around looking like a dragon! Yvae replies, excited.
Welcome to the world, says the night colored dragon. Our hatchlings are excited, please forgive any rudeness.
Ha! says Pyranir. Mommy says you're rude!
His mother replies, I did not say which of you was being rude.
That gives Pyranir pause. He decides to go cuddle Rose, pouting just a little.
This seems like a good excuse for wing-draping from mate. Yes, she's quite gorgeous, he's very pleased with her! And other suitable mush.
You've met all of the dragons from your world? Yvae asks, incredulously. She has not connected the dots between Rose's earlier words and the actual dragon from that place right there in front of her. If I tried to meet all of the dragons in the world it would take forever! There are a lot of dragons.
Pyranir sulkily pipes up, See? Rude!
Yvae makes a little sad sound, and drops to the floor, drooping her wings. I didn't mean to!
Procellor decides now is the time to interfere. Yvae is scooped up and cuddled. It's alright, little one. We're not graced with good tact from hatching.
Cuddles would ensue. Pyranir decides it's his turn to talk to the strange new dragon!
Hi! he says. Do you like bunnies?