[To his credit, the dragon does his absolute best to keep up. He acts as a counterpoint to Robert for the first half of the song, echoing his notes half a beat behind, which creates a lovely echoing effect. But he's only a baby, and that's an entire song . . . so soon he contents himself with simply wriggling around in the sand, nuzzling against Robert's hand and letting out little chirps and the occasional sung note.
Rosalind, for her part, simply turns her head. She sighs softly, hooks her arm through his, and buries her face against him, her eyes closing as she listens.]
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Rosalind, for her part, simply turns her head. She sighs softly, hooks her arm through his, and buries her face against him, her eyes closing as she listens.]