Sleeping Dragon And I'll undress

He seems to listen-- to understand, even, and it causes the bell-like chime in Portia's voice to ring even clearer and sweeter. The boy was precious-- a gift among nature. So young and so eager to learn... it was truly marvelous. While the woman had no intentions of settling down herself, the company of Gyda's children were plenty enough for her.

"Have you heard of a bee, sweetheart?" she asks, expected a head nod or shake in response. "The yellow and black bugs that fly around-- they're very fluffy, if you ever get the chance to see one up close," she adds brightly, tail waving. "Pollen is how more flowers are made... the bees take it and give it to other flowers, where they share that pollen with their own and grow new flowers." Her description is somewhat wordy, but Portia had never slowed down when talking about plants-- today, to a child it was no different.