{SE} Fool Me Once

Well well well well well. The dragon seemed... open, to my greeting. There was really no other way to interpret the nod. This was so exciting! I have never known anyone to actually see a dragon, let alone speak with one. Well, speak... relatively. I flutter closer, still staying carefully out of snapping range (I hope). The basket in my hands seems to draw it’s attention, and I tentatively hold it up for inspection. ”It’s not done yet.” I say with a smile, running a finger along its unfinished rim. ”I meant for this one to go to my mother, but if you are willing to wait, I can make one more suited to a creature such as yourself.” I am aware this is a little silly, but at least if the dragon can’t really understand me, there’s no one around to see my embarrassment. Slowly, I begin to float backwards, gesturing to the clearing of long grass I had been working in, a silent invitation. Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;