are tackled by a gold dragonet
"Daddy, can we keep it?"
Gint laughs. "No, Clowd, we cannot."
The dragonet's face falls into a frown of dismay.
"Oh." Clowd starts to pout. You pick her up, for she is
small enough to be held, and soothe her. She looks into your eyes.
"I like you," she says.
You...
You are tackled by a golden dragonet. The dragonet turns it's head
towards her father.
