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Neuvillette gaped at the sight in front of him, so shocked that he wasn’t even sure what to think as his son stood proudly next to his latest… artwork, beaming up at him with oblivious joy. Neuvillette’s dragon was doing the mental equivalent of pacing back in forth in his mind in utter loss as to what to do. It wanted to scold their hatching harshly, but their hatchling was so cute, and so innocent, and was made up of half of their treasure.
How could they possibly bare to take away his joy?
Neuvillette was half lost to the same conundrum, half trying to figure out if the sight before him were some terrible nightmare. He couldn’t comprehend how this had happened. Had no passerby’s tried to stop his son? Where had the Melusine's been? He’d never seen them be so derelict in their duties.
So numb was he to everything but the sight in front of him, Neuvillette didn’t realize the panicked mess of feelings he was radiating through their bond until his mate was running up to him at a dead sprint, panting as she came to a stop in front of him.
“Neuvillette, I’m here. Are you okay? Is it Misha? Where is he- Oh.” Furina’s eyes landed on their son, and the statue he was standing beside. The now much more colorful statue.
Misha beamed up at her. “Do you like it, Mommy? You told me that life is always more interesting with color. I didn’t want statue you to be bored, she was only all gray before.”
Yes, Furina had told their son that, Neuvillette despaired. But that had been about artwork that had been done on paper, as it should be, a messy sprawl of colors that made no shape either she or Neuvillette could parse out.
Furina was silent for a long moment, and Neuvillette was guilty relieved that yet again she would be the one in charge of discipline here.
“You know.” Furina said thoughtfully as humor and fondness bloomed through their bond and tickled against Neuvillette’s still present horror. “I do like it. You did such a good job at making it prettier now, Misha. You’re right that all the gray made it look drab.”
Neuvillette stared at his mate in sheer disbelief as their son brightened and started babbling away about his color choices.
The inability to speak worsened now that he was facing the prospect of going against both of them. Really, how could his mate be so mean? Wasn’t she thinking of what she was doing to he and his poor dragon?
His mate’s humor only deepened, something getting through to her from the look she sent his way. Leaning down, she scooped Misha up on her hip and began carrying him away.
“Come on sweetheart, daddy needs a moment. Aunt Clorinde has been wanting to see you so let’s go pay her a visit, hmm?”
“Yay! Do you think she’ll let me play with the wood sword again?”
And with that they were gone, leaving Neuvillette alone at the scene of the crime. He breathed in deeply and then let all of his horror flow out of him with the following release of air, surveying the statue with new eyes now that he’d seen how well his mate had taken it. It was going to have to be cleaned up, there was no doubt about that- but at least the different shades of blue and green really were complimentary.