Sleeping Dragon And I'll undress

As Portia watches the child, her ears prick upwards in a brief surprise-- unsure exactly why in the world he had plucked the thing from the ground. It took her a few moments to comprehend why he'd just picked a Dandelion and dropped in atop another one, but when she realized what he thought he had down a smile was repainted across her features. Though he hadn't done it completely right, his lil mind was actually on the right track. It was far more complicated than just a drop-off, but no matter, no reason to spoil his puppy pride. Maybe one day she'd teach him how it was really done.

"Wonderful, hun," she praises anyway, tail wagging happily behind her. She lowers her head to give the child a gentle nudge to the cheek. When she raises her head she glances away from the child and towards the den-- it was barely in sight from where they stood now. He was near home-- safe it seemed. "Would you like me to take you home, child?" she asks him, her august green gaze landing back on him.