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Sheritt's nest was colorful, soft and smelled flowery, the children loved it.
On had taken over all the purple sheets, Hong was still trying to find a pattern he liked enough to make his little nest inside the nest itself, Raon had the same intention as his brothers and seemed to only have an interest in the red, white and grey ones.
Cale preferred not to throw himself into the arms of sleep all at once like the previous times, he had to gather information that day first, instead, he sat down next to Sheritt.
“Is something bothering you, Cale?” Lord Sheritt's voice was tinged with a bit of concern, according to the other dragons Cale was a quiet baby and a quick sleeper.
“No, Omma Sheritt. I wanted to ask you for some advice.”
The dragon smiled, it had taken them a long time for the human from time to time to call them, Eruhaben and her, so closely.
“What can I help you with, dear?”
“... I'm making my own nest at home, the children like them very much but I can't always bring them and they don't want to sleep without me.” If she didn't know him better she would think he was bothered by that, but she knew from his expression that what he was feeling were embarrassment and happiness.
“Oh, it's not really difficult, the most important thing is that the edges must be bigger than the inside, everything else is a preference. Some prefer dark places, like Rasheel; others choose to make their nests where the afternoon sun always comes, you may have noticed with Eruhaben; of large or moderate sizes; full or empty of any addiction.”
The Henituse was silent for some time, watching Raon absently trying to assemble a cave of sheets, On sleeping entangled in her own and Hong looking sleepily at his brother on a grass-green sheet to which all the sun shone through the window. He supposed he already knew what to do.
“Thank you.” That was all he said.
Sheritt said nothing as she led him to the nest and little dragons of magic began to hop around the place, they glowed a little, they reminded Cale of the glowing stones that Rasheel had placed throughout his entire lair.
He didn't want to think about it anymore, he let himself be guided to the center of the nest and fell asleep to a soft song in some language he didn't understand, small hands stroking his hair, taking him into a dream world of colors and dragons and nests of fluffy clouds.