{SE} Fool Me Once

Already, the basket is growing into a shape, instead of just a mat of braided grass in my hands. Patterns that don’t quite make sense sense, but do give a sense of elegance, of grandeur already weave along its sides, and I’m quite pleased with how it’s turning out so far. I hold the design out, wondering if the dragon will approve of it, or if I’ll be changing my idea. It’s better know earlier than later. The dragon moves closer, writhing along its belly like a particularly inelegant snake, and I raise a hand to my mouth, covering the beginning of a laugh there. I’ve always heard dragons are vain, and I don’t want to bring any ire down on myself. It seems the creature is interested in my other basket, and I pause my weaving again to lean over and tip it on its side, the pattern of blooming flowers more easily seen that way. ”It’s for my mother. Every year, I make her a slightly bigger one. They sit inside one another.” I laugh, and return to my work with a smile, though I do fix the dragon with a faux stern look. ”You know I will never finish your basket with all these interruptions, right?” Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;