wildflower

[bulrushes]

On the doorstep of a little house in Forks, Washington, a basket is placed.

The doorbell rings.

There are footsteps, and then there are not.

Comments

[asmyown]

"You may be a dragon."

[bulrushes]

"Raaaar."

[asmyown]

"Adorable little dragonet," giggle Lynn.

[bulrushes]

"Maybe when I'm big I'll grow scales and wings and breathe fire!"

[asmyown]

"That'll be fun, certainly. Fire outside only, please."

[bulrushes]

"But I could roast my own tomatoes and stuff."

[asmyown]

"Okay, only little amounts of fire inside the house, and only when supervised."

[bulrushes]

"But this is when I'm big and grown up that I will breathe fire."

[asmyown]

"If you have your own house by that point you may breathe fire in it all you want."

[bulrushes]

Astrid giggles and hugs her.

[asmyown]

Lynn hugs her back, snickering.