[o] Shine on, you crazy diamond

Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar, the matches

The Cloud Wyrm was kind of cute, with a certain joie de vivre that was infectious. Liam smiled as he watched her inch ever closer, darting here and there as she considered the seaglass. "There are definitely worse creatures to attract," he agreed with a laugh. Then the Wyrm grabbed the seaglass and spun adorably in victory, just in time for the remaining horde to realize that their sister had found something that they had not.

The swarm darted closer, surrounding Liam and Tal and flitting in between them in a sudden flurry of activity that had Liam laughing again. "They're fast, aren't they?" he asked, watching as the little creatures darted here and there. He'd always wanted a dragon as a companion, but now, for the first time, he could see himself adopting a Cloud Wyrm. Maybe he could find one to take home as a pet - though he wasn't sure how well one would get on in the Greatwood, separated from its brethren.

One Wyrm poked its head beneath his arm, and Liam lifted it obligingly as another gave chase. "Fearless, too," Liam added admiringly.

Is this another dead by misadventure?
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey

Liam