Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Pox's little frown was quick to reassemble itself into a grin as she crouched low to speak to him. He knew something fun was coming, so his tail started going once again. His head tilted with intrigue and surprise as she began her tale. He didn't have any idea what a dragon was, nor did he fully comprehend what swooping meant. But hot damn, did this sound like some serious business. And hot damn, was he displeased.

"Buh's not his! Dats bad!" Pox declared, clearly offended. He failed to clarify for his caretaker that he was referring to both the presents and Wraen not belonging to the Dragon Swoops, but I promise that was truly part of his problem.

RIGHT! I had to check before I posted to figure out how old he even is lol