Nora: (thoughts) You want what?
Trace: Dragons! Made of stone, for protection. Think of it!
Nora: (thoughts) Absolutely not!
Nora: (thoughts) No. Caricatures of dragons acting as your personal guard dogs? It’s insulting! And a waste of my magic.
Trace: It’s not for me! It’s for her. I made a few attempts myself, but they just don’t have the spark of life you could give it.
Trace: Nora… please?
Nora: (thoughts) Rawgh! I… suppose I could make you… A lizard. Not a dragon!
Nora: (thoughts) And just the one! You want more, you’re on your own. This counts as my gift for the birthday.
Trace: Thank you, Nora.
Nora: (thoughts) You take advantage of me, you know that, right?
Trace: You say that like you don’t want me to.
Nora: (thoughts) Snrk! Cheeky. Just don’t push it, little one.
Flora: Trace, it’s following us. Are you sure this thing is safe?
Trace: Yeah, I’m sure. I remember… Nora made him for me. Stoneward.
Trace: I left him here to protect something. I also recall— wait a minute…
Trace: I specifically recall ordering you not to jump on me like that again! Didn’t I? Stoney… look at me…
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