Thankfully, concerns about dignity were quickly forgotten as the young dragonling watched with rapt attention, taking in the sight before him.
As someone who had once been scandalized by the very concept of professing affection, the great Orien found that it did not seem so bad after all, provided it looked like this.
Obviously, it could have been better. The space was cramped for a dragon, and there was a clear lack of displayed valuables. Any respectable hoard would have benefited from at least three more glittering fixtures. But for a place that could allegedly process transactions in mere moments, Orien decided it was acceptable.
More than acceptable, actually.
Because the moment his uncle and now official auntie were handed something clearly interesting, everything else faded into the background.
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