The child began to cry.
Until he cried the dragon and her friend were beginning to think, how hard can this be?
After, they knew. They both tried feeding him. Then they consulted the notable tome by Dame Doxia and in swift succession they tried wrapping and unwrapping, gentle rocking, baths, what have you. To no avail. The tiny bundle of joy was inconsolable.
In a desperate, last option turn, the dragoness flew. She got goat to cinch the baby’s sling close to her chest and she flew.
What was it? Fear of a bigger thing? Joy? The baby stopped crying and soared high above the earth with his dragon mama.
And when that happened it changed everything.