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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf She was perfectly allowed to feel her feelings! Maybe he should write to Celyn and have her come over for a bit. His sister had a magical empathetic touch and likely could assure Chloe better than he could. He made a mental note to owl her, the Ashburry-Hawthorne siblings were overdue for a hang out anyway and Bria had been asking about Auntie Celyn as well.
"You are not crazy, Chloe," he smiled and tried his darndest not to laugh. He did, however, kiss the top of her head again and rubbed the shoulder his hand was resting upon. "You are never crazy. You're just...feeling disappointed because you think in passing these eggs along to the reserve that you are inadequate as a mother figure...and nothing could be further from the truth." Derf paused his stride to give her shoulder another tender squeeze. "They'll be with their own kind here. Remember hearing about when Hogwarts tried to house a baby dragon and how that went?" He paused again and smiled down at her. "We're doing the right thing, Chloe. I promise."
And maybe they could make it back for the hatching and first roar at their foster mama dragon. He was sure Chloe, and Bria, would enjoy that.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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