I dream of Polar night

Charon just wagged his tail as a sort of mutual agreement that it was nice to meet Osprey, too, when she shared her name. He hadn't yet heard a name like Osprey before, and it sounded kind of funny, but Charon did not ask about her name as he was soon distracted towards the sadness at the loss of his family members when the conversation diverted towards such matters.

Charon had not actually ever met any dragons, so he wondered if Osprey had heard of them. He wondered if they were real for some time after Mordred told him about them, because he could not imagine such giant beings flying in the skies; if they were still around, then surely he would have noticed them by now, some time. However, now that Osprey said that she had met dragons too, Charon began to believe his own story more and more, and felt sort of angry at the dragon that had eaten his siblings, even if it didn't really exist; maybe because it was easier being angry at something than at nothing, when you didn't know what had actually taken your family away from you.

When Osprey asked him if he had met other dragons, Charon hesitated. It would be a little boring if he admitted that he had never met any other dragons, and it might also make his other story seem less plausible. Distracted from the grief talking about his siblings brought, Charon nodded and said, "Yeah! One steal—uhm—stoled my tail once. But I was tiny so I couln't fight it so Da bited the dragon! So it dropped my tail so I got it back again." Eagerly he watched Osprey to make sure that she was liking the story as he told it to her. When he finished, the grief was washed off his face, his mind diverted from Kevlyn and Liyaní, instead turned to happy, though fictional, memories of his father.