灸亣镸荖‧舞 [Jiu Da Zhang Lao Wu] | 盟主 [Meng Zhu]

[ It had taken some intense persuading and probably even a little bit of bribery, but the boy was clean and wearing proper clothes and they'd even been able to do something about the mess that had been his hair. The one thing that hadn't been able to be negotiated, however, was for him to leave the egg behind in the hatchery, and so he was still holding it protectively against his chest.

He's keeping close to her shoulder, taking in the numerous sights and sounds of Waterfall City with some apprehension--though every so often, something catches his interest and he tugs on her sleeve ]

Brothers!

[ The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and everything about the garden seems almost surreal. There are roses and peonies and pretty yellow daffodils, birds chirping, and fancy fountains bubbling softly--it's all perfectly Utopian.

And there, on a blanket under a tree is a boy in a simple chiton, pulling neatly wrapped little packages of food out of a basket and setting them out. ]

That should be the last of it.