So, after the Conde Cavalier parade, we didn’t need much persuasion to get the kids to come back to Mobile for more celebrations. But someone did mention Dragons around the little girl. That’s all it took. For the next 2 weeks, I believe that every prayer at night was simply “please let there be dragons.” Because she locked on, and wasn’t letting go.
We need not have worried. We have dragons, and they breath fire. Shortly after this, I’m pretty sure that she breathed oxygen again, after the screams. I’m fairly sure they were in joy. These were from the Mystics of Time, and to say she was excited, simply didn’t express it.
Oh, and this was just to BEGIN with.