Na Gurnaidh Dragons
Getting worried about some of the eggs we picked up at the fair, wondering if the trip here might have addled them.
Jonah has given up on the notion of shaving his head. Not that he's given up on the foolishness, mind you. He's taken to dressing all in red and doing tai chi in the hatching pen with his newest eggs, another of his efforts to influence them in the shell, I suppose. Yesterday, he did this in his bare feet, but after spending most of the afternoon with said feet stuck in a bucket of ice water, today he sensibly wore sandals. (Hatching sands are kept hot for a reason.)
Jonah has given up on the notion of shaving his head. Not that he's given up on the foolishness, mind you. He's taken to dressing all in red and doing tai chi in the hatching pen with his newest eggs, another of his efforts to influence them in the shell, I suppose. Yesterday, he did this in his bare feet, but after spending most of the afternoon with said feet stuck in a bucket of ice water, today he sensibly wore sandals. (Hatching sands are kept hot for a reason.)