endless numbered days

At the mere prospect of giving Sugar flying lessons, Ronin shot Remi a look that was clearly of the be my guest, you crazy bastard kind. He had been trying to encourage his hatchling, on and off, to use her wings, but right now she seemed much too young and curious of the world to do much with them. Indeed, she was already curled up on Ronin's lap and watching Remi with lazy blue eyes when he suddenly... wasn't there any more. Bristling, the dragon sat up and huffed out a breath of startlingly cold air, snapping her teeth at the not-Remi that was scurrying up the chair. For his part, Ronin was suitably dumbfounded, watching Remi clamber about with the banners with a slack jaw and a blank expression of confusion on his face. "A raccoon," he remarked. "You can do that now? Damn, Remi-- oi!" Obviously he was being chased by a dragon. Sugar did not appreciate the intruder that had replaced her friend, and she was skittering across the floor to jump and flap up at the raccoon in the rafters, shrieking her annoyance and clambering up one of the chairs for leverage. RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do