Stavanger Bay the burden of awesomeness

no problem, we can finish this. i'll archive! :-)

Charon was kind of proud that Flóki was so excited to have an imaginary friend of his own. He grinned when his little bro took a mouthful of pebbles along. "Shall I help you carry? We can bring 'em back to the den, maybe a dragon'll come back to find them and wants to be your friend," Charon suggested, and he grabbed a mouthful of pebbles himself. Then he reared around to go back on to the den. It was probably for the better: story and adventure time was great for the young ones, but they often grew tired quick and so it was better to stop before they got too tired. End well.

When they reached the den, Charon put the pebbles down so that Flóki could put them wherever. "Y'know, if you want to keep your dragon friend to yourself, we should find you a secret hideout to play at, where you can keep your dragon stones." However, right now seemed like a bit much to take Flóki on an adventure for a secret hideout; they could do it some other time. Charon had always liked to collect treasure, but he'd never had a secret hideout. Perhaps because he cherished the remaining family he had and did not want to spend a lot of time away from them. Flóki, though, he had lots of siblings and doubtlessly he liked to have some of his things for himself. "We'll do that some other time, though. So, do you want to hear another story about dragons?" Without waiting for his brother's reply, Charon started a story about the story dragon -- the story Osprey had once told him, or the gist of it, anyway -- and would continue to tell Flóki stories until he was tired and ready for naptime.