[Somewhere out there, in some universe, Henry is rolling his eyes in disgust and abject disbelief at how abruptly Robert's attention swerves from the topic of bathing suits onto the topic of dragons, not just making his head snap up to look in the direction Rosalind has indicated, but causing his voice to leap up a pitch or two in his enthusiasm as well.
But she's right; there they are, dragons, milling around in the dunes and chattering at each other in soft chirps and tones, stirring up the sand with the prints from their feet and tails. There are several unhatched eggs yet, as well, but plenty of already-hatched dragons to examine.
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But she's right; there they are, dragons, milling around in the dunes and chattering at each other in soft chirps and tones, stirring up the sand with the prints from their feet and tails. There are several unhatched eggs yet, as well, but plenty of already-hatched dragons to examine.
Delightful.]
Would you look at them! There's so many!