#Dragon Child plush toys

[dragonchildcomic]

Tomorrow I will be at the Grape Festival Grounds for Lodi Comic Con, and I am finishing up a brand new Embyr for the occasion. I always get a laugh at this stage of the process, but my hands and back will hate me when I’m done sewing her belly up.

The amount of tension I put on the thread is enough to cut into my fingers as I pull each stitch through, so I have silicon finger guards to help against that and cut down on the blisters. Stuffing large plushies is not a low energy process, that’s for sure. Pictures of her completed soon!

I present to you all my brand new Embyr! She turned out so cute! This one is definitely one of the best faces on an Embyr to date. Now it is time for me to rest my tired and sore hands to get ready for the comic con in the morning. Be one of the first to see her in person tomorrow, Saturday May 11, at Lodi Comic Con!

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

❄️👻✨🥷✨🐉❄️

[glimmerkey]

Viahart - Tiger Tale Toys - Drevnar the Dragon

[aku-crochet]

Starting off the gang with Mii-kun!

Finally got my own little helper!

Not my pattern. Pattern link is sourced.

[sorinethemastermind]

Soren's Story via Dragon Plushie

The first time we see the appearance of the dragon plushie, it's at the end of the season two episode "Fire and Fury".

Soren has just battled with Pyrrha, and we learn that it was one of his life goals to slay a dragon. Here we see him as a child playing pretend to do just that.

The next time we see the plushie is in the end credits of the episode "Dragonguard" in season three when he joins Team Zym at the Storm Spire. Here he's hugging the little dragon, and on the wiki it's specified that he is "hugging dragon plush after fighting it in Fire and Fury".

In Season Four we begin to see Soren's toy dragon appearing in the actual show, as seen in Viren's dark magic dream sequence. But it also returns to the end credits. In the Season Four episode "Drakewood" an adult Soren can be seen wearing his pajamas and hugging it to him.

This is the same episode in which Soren befriends his Drake friend and manages to escape the Pit of Despair.

After this, we don't see the plushie again until Season Six, where it appears in Viren's flashback sequence in the episode "Moment of Truth".

We then see, not Soren's plush, but another child's that is very reminiscent of his, in the episode "Well All Fall Down". It is in the arms of a small child, but is dropped as they are forced to flee the burning castle of Katolis. In the end credits, we see it again; charred and discarded in the ruins of the castle.

And again, beside a fallen sword in the rubble.

It might not be Soren's plush, but in an episode that features him so heavily, and especially his relationship with Viren, it feels like it can't have been an accident. Because this is an episode of loss.

His father. His home. His childhood.

[strwberri-milk]

Could I request Zhongli, Childe and Diluc getting jelly when their s/o buys and starts cuddling in bed with a plushie of them?

All those Zhongli dragon plushies make me want one soooo bad

i love this trope so much bc its so funny to have like lighthearted jealousy

Zhongli doesn't mind too much that you want to cuddle with a little dragon plushie. He thinks it's cute how you hold onto this smaller version of him and how happy you are to be with the both of them.

When it becomes "excessive" he likes to teasingly become jealous, just a bit. Ultimately he knows that you aren't actually shoving him aside to be with a plushie.

You turn your back to him, playfully pouting because he "upset" you and swearing that you'll never hold him again. Your face is buried in the plushie in your arms, ignoring him calling your name and his light touch on your shoulder.

Eventually, he decides it's "too much" and ends up gently pulling the plush out of your arms. You make a displeased noise before he ends up sliding your arms around his shoulders, holding you too tightly for you to complain anymore.

Wordlessly, you decide to hold him too, giving up your brief stint of mock anger to return some of the affection you've been withholding from him as he smiles to himself for another small victory against fabric and cotton.

Childe thinks it's cute at first. He finds it adorable that you've named a little narwhal after him and that he can always find you holding it whenever he's on especially long trips. It soothes his heart to know that you've got something that reminds you of him to keep you company.

When he's got a few late nights in a row he again thought it was cute to see you holding onto the narwhal. He was easily capable of taking it out of your hands and replacing it with himself but it slowly became harder and harder.

One night when he totally can't take it out of your hands he decides it'd be better to just wake you up. You slowly open your eyes to see him giving you puppy dog eyes, a big ol' pout on his lips as he whines for your attention. If he was actually a dog you'd be able to see his tail wagging happily to finally be getting a response from you.

You hold onto the plush regardless, giving him a sleepy kiss on his head as he continues to take the plush out of your arms. Being half asleep as you are, you decide to let go of the plush to take your needy boyfriend back into your arms. He tosses the narwhal over his shoulder triumphantly before burying his face into your chest, holding you so tight you that there'd be no chance of you getting something between your bodies.

Diluc thinks it's a little childish to be so jealous of a plush toy but here he is, staring down the owl in your arms as you read a book and wanting to do something about it. The bed is big enough for all three of you but he doesn't think your heart should be, crossing his arms and frowning to himself as you shuffle around to make yourself more comfortable.

You can feel his stare on your back, laughing mischievously to yourself as you know he's caught himself in a dilemma. You can hear the gears in his brain turning as he tries to figure out if he should do something or not, trying not to shake your shoulders with laughter.

After what might be hours of him deliberating but was really just minutes he finally comes into your view, your eyes grazing upwards to meet his. The way he can see you smiling exposes your malicious plan but he can't stay mad at you when you open your arms for him.

He slides onto the mattress with you, pulling both you and the owl into his chest. He'll work on getting rid of the thing some other time - seeing how happy you are just like this is more than enough for his heart.

[shuttlecarrier]

some concepts that have been plinking around in my mind.. assortment of some handmade toys from the geoling homeplanet and a child begging their older sibling to let them play with their collection of Annu. optional loredump info about this stuff under the cut ->

since geoling kids take a long time to grow up (they're considered an adult at 22-25 years old), they need a lot of attention and activity during that time period. they would be hell for a human to raise but visually very cute, they're babies that come up to you and babble meaninglessly one moment and then trying to bite and nip at you the next.

they are still quite small at this young age though, so one of the main toys they're given is Kcheha variants. they're stuffed animals constructed from fabric, furs, animal glue, clay (or bone), thread, and nontoxic paints- and come as either an upright plush or something large and floppy.

the more upright kind are more for playing with and being dragged around. they're made durable enough to withstand being chewed on by a child, since babies like to investigate and play with things with their mouth where a large portion of their sensory organs (those whiskers they have especially!) are located near. the floppier kcheha variant are larger usually weighted with fine sand or beads. these are softer and made for sleeping with. normally geolings sleep in large piles containing several members of their familial group, but young children are at risk of being injured by an adult rolling on top of them in this situation, so kids either sleep in their own pile nearby or are kept by themselves in a comfy mountain of floppy toys that simulates typical sleeping circumstances. upright kcheha are typically fashioned after bugs, fish, or other animals and floppy kcheha are often made to resemble geolings. the one in the image was designed to look like one of Wyu'hlkee's remaining island giants, a relatively peaceful animal that digs for tubers, shellfish, and large grubs.

eventually when kids reach their teens and lose their baby stripes or just when they get big enough, they get Annu toys. these are filled with sand and constructed with several layers of a plant derived burlap-like fabrics and a twine made from similar stuff, and come in natural shades of light red to deep purple. they are easy to make and survive wear and tear easily, which is good considering how high energy and more aggressive teenagers are. grabbing a sand filled toy and smacking it against walls (fun and satisfying) or trying to hit a sibling or cousin with it as hard as possible is extremely common (and so is the related: hitting your cousin so hard with a toy they start wailing and you beg them not to tell on you).

however since almost all annu are sand based they have some consequences if torn apart or broken. for geolings, sand has some particular spiritual significance in several of their cultures, and there are superstitions or beliefs that when you fill a toy with sand it invites passed on creatures to live in the constructed body. if you destroy it and the sand falls out you're expected to apologize for it and fix it. they are expected to get damaged though and it's good for teaching repair skills and restraint. most of these toys have the marks of being patched up from years of being thrown around and accidentally shredded. most annu are like big sand filled socks. fashioning them into the form of snake and worm creatures is pretty common. the ones depicted here have the popular look of the geolings 'sea dragons' which are giant worm-eel things that live in the oceans. dragons have been and remain as a very cool thing.

lastly for these Glass Based figurines are usually only for special occasions and given as gifts on holidays. those living on the islands and coasts make elaborate displays with them and enjoy collecting them. they're not great toys if they're more elaborate but smaller more blob looking ones are good for playing certain games with.

they have other more complex types of toys but I only drew a few for this because artfight is coming up and time to draw personal stuff is little. o7

[wofbutgood]

"animus" in its original context has two major definitions; "animosity/hatred," and "the intention and motivation to do something."

Superficially, the word also sounds similar to the word "animate."

All this to say, what if, instead of Animus magic being simply saying "do x when y," the Animus must instead ingrain their intent into an object as they craft it.

A toymaker drafting, piecing, and stitching together a plush for a child, every mark and cut and stitch imbued with love and care and warmth. And when that child receives their new toy, overjoyed and vibrating with excitement, It feels it too. So loved and with so much love to give, as long as its child holds it close, they will never come to harm.

Or maybe an outcast, desperate to be someone, anyone but themself. So they carve a new face, imperfect and misshapen, but enough. They dream of everything they could be while they carve, the dragon they desperately want to be, until one day, when its done, they dont have to pretend anymore.

idk where im going with this im tired, but.. much to think about

[oceantoyz]

[luckykittens198]

When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe 3

Little Kim Rok Soo always know his father was weird. His mother is fine, if a little ditzy. But his father is just weird.

One, his father always have 2 things with him, a crystal pendulum bracelet and an old antique western coin.

Two, his father's eye color changed. Most of the time they were light brown, sometimes they are black, but at certain times they are so dark it felt like lights can't escape from it.

Of course, Little Rok Soo already asked his mother about his father. "Your father's eyes? They used to be dark brown, but after the accident they turned a bit lighter. The Doctors said there could be some damage to his eyes, but everything seems fine so we didn't bother." Little Rok Soo didn't really understand what his mother said but nodded anyway.

Also, his father always speak about weird things. Like the first time Kim Rok Soo went to childcare since his parents have urgent works. "Rok Soo, whatever happens, just call the teacher alright?" he said. Little Rok Soo noted that his father's eyes were a bit darker than usual.

Little Kim Rok Soo noted his father's hands were always trembling. But when his eyes turned dark, the tremble would stop. "Hm? Why not keep my eyes dark you ask? What do you mean by that?" His father ask back.

After Kim Rok Soo explained his reason, his father chuckled. "You are quite the observant child aren't you? Honestly, I don't really like having my eyes going dark as you say."

Kim Rok Soo asked why. "Hm, when my eyes goes dark like that, I can see.... fate, I suppose is the closest one. Let's not tell your mother about this hmm? This is a secret between us men."

Kim Rok Soo didn't understand what fate is. But this is a secret between his father and him! How exciting!

So his father was weird. And that's fine. Kim Rok soo loves him anyway.

Until one day, when Mom was busy packing for their vacation celebrating Kim Rok Soo's 6th birthday, Dad, Father came to Kim Rok Soo's room. His eyes seems to absorb all lights in the room.

"Dad?"

"You've grown well little one. Do you know the meaning of your name?"

"What do you mean?"

"Little Rok Soo. You were born in the time between the end of Fall and the start of Winter. That's why your name is Rok Soo. Green Rok and exceptional, growing Soo.

This is your mother's prayer, and my blessing for you. For you to always grow green even in winter and bloom exceptionally."

Kim Rok Soo is still confused. He didn't understand why his father is acting weirder than usual.

His father chuckled again, "Little one, there will be hardship ahead. As long as you survived through it, you'll certainly find happiness."

"But you will be there, right?"

"Who knows. Who knows what fate will bring," Kim Hyun Woo crouched closer to Kim Rok Soo. He brought Kim Rok Soo's forehead closer to his.

"But know this Kim Rok Soo, you are my son. I won't abandon you without reason."

There was a few seconds of silence between the two. "Dad, you are scaring me," Kim Rok Soo whispered.

Immediately, light returns to Kim Hyun Woo's eyes. He smiled a strange smile, a funny smile, a ridiculous smile. "Sorry, I guess the topic is too heavy. Are you done picking your toys?"

Kim Rok Soo nodded and soon forget this weird conversation. He brought his chosen plush toys to his father.

"I'll bring Mr. Blue Octopus, Mr. Red Socks, and Ms. Dragon!"

"Hahaha! Alright. Let's ask your mother if they can join us!" And so they went.

Later, many years later. a few months before the apocalypse, a man wearing old victorian era suit appear before Kim Rok Soo. He had that weird smile his father gave him before the accident. His eyes too, absorbed all light that enters it.

"We meet again little one. You've grown well."

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[cannibala-co]

Deltarune OCs!!!

Kattie The Kid - Chapter 3 Secret boss - Object: Cat Petters. Basic just of lore is there controlled by the “Friend Inside Them” (bootleg controller) and want to go home, (Catti and Cattys house) Dorthy style. There theme would be called “THERES NO PLACE LIKE HOME”

Plastino - other Chapter 3 Secret Boss - Object: Green Toy Soldier in Toriels room (probably just lost in there.) that Kris used to burn with matches, making him melty and past his prime. He is now a conspiracy theorist, a veteran, turned actor, now in the basement of the studio and proving together something…. Big? His inspiration was TF2 and a joke theory on twitter. Theme: “HELLFIRE”

Orcherstral- Chapter 4 Church Secret Boss - Object; old plush toy that played music. He is a disgraced Orchestrator, trying to piece together a song he heard, his “MAGNUM OPIS”, which is also what his theme is called teehee

The Mage - Chapter 5 Hospital Secret Boss - Object: Glitch in Dragon Blazers - she’s been locked on top of the ice palace, guarded by the Dragon, who is just a funny shop keeper in game. She was cut away from the world by The Nurse, who has a unconsciously become a Tyrant to the Hospital Dark World.

The Knight (not the roaring one) - Weird Route Secret Boss - she believes she IS. The knight, and is very motherly and protective of Noelle, trying to save her from Kris, or “Child Of Man.” She uses the pink soul, which I made up, where you bounce !!!

Sareli- Flower King Secret Boss - Sareli used to be the sidekick to the main boss of this chapter (6), Who is a superhero, but then wanted more. He wanted to be a hero, more then him, more then THEM. He can morph his muscles around (really he has none), and can go under ground.

Jackie - Chapter 7 Secret Boss - Toriels Classroom - object: Jack in the Box. I haven’t really thought of him too much, but I like the idea of him being to scary for the perfect child-like world the Great Guard wants, and he was “turned off” for good.

Frost-E - Chapter 9 Festival Secret Boss - Object - burnt pizza box. He’s basically just Scrooge, but instead of becoming more generous after seeing apparitions, he just went crazy. Leaving his riches to the festival…

[dragonchildcomic]

It’s always fun to ship out one of my handmade dragons, and today it was Embyr’s turn to be adopted! I dress them up with a ribbon tied in a bow, with today’s choice being purple gingham. Fingers crossed she arrives safely to her new home, and is treasured for many years.

If you want to adopt one of my handmade dragons, you can find them at one of my upcoming comic cons, my Dragon Child Plush Toys Etsy shop, or the Dragon Child online shop at https://dragonchild.net/shop/product-category/toys/.

[redrapscalian]

Stuffed Animals in Wayne Manor

Dick: Used to have an extensive collection, but after passing some of his down to his siblings, has closer to a dozen now. Most of them are in his closet, and two get a place on the bed, but he has them all on a biweekly rotation so none of them feel left out. They all have names and he loves them very much. He prefers ones that are perfect hugging size. Calls them “stuffies”.

Jason: Has four total. One he got from Bruce, a black cat, one from Alfred, which is a bear wearing a Batman outfit, one hand-me-down from Dick, a well-loved monkey, and a giant sloth that’s almost as big as him that he bought with his own money. All but the one he received from Dick are kept in his safe houses, and Dick’s stays at the manor on his bed. When Dick insisted he name the monkey, he dubbed it “Fucker” and Dick was appalled, the rest don’t have names. Calls his own “dumb toys”, but wouldn’t dare call his sibling’s plushies that.

Tim: Has a large collection of original Beanie Babies and keeps them all pristine and organized on a shelf in his closet. Has one stuffed animal on his bed from Dick, a golden retriever plush named Sunny (Dick named it), and every time he remakes his bed he puts her in the middle by his pillows where she belongs. Refers to them as “Plushies”.

Steph: Has a lot of stuffed bears of different shapes and sizes and a couple dragons from her childhood Dragon Phase. Also has a lot of Cursed Baby Dolls that are all mangled (Dick tells her they don’t count as stuffed animals, she is adamant that they are). Some are named, some aren’t, and all the dolls have names along the lines of “Anita Hoe”. Refers to them as her babies/stuffed animals.

Damien: Didn’t have any growing up, but Dick kept gifting him them because “every kid needs a stuffy”. Despite resenting the sentiment, he kept every single one and has a basket of them in his closet. A majority of them are various sea creatures and farm animals, and his favourite is a stuffed cow named Freya. It’s under his bed during the day and he sleeps with it at night. Every one of them has a name with a very specific and researched meaning, not that he’ll ever admit he’s named them. Refers to them as “Stuffed toys” with an eye roll.

Duke: Has a couple stuffed animals from his childhood. He doesn’t sleep with them or have them out, they’re in a box as nostalgic keepsakes. They don’t have names, but if he’s feeling homesick or just wants to look at them, he takes them out for a bit and just kind of smiles to himself. He has a lot of plushy keychains on his bags. Dick gifted him a Build-a-Bear wearing a custom Signal hero costume. Calls them “stuffies”.

Bruce: Has one bear from Alfred, it is named Batbear, and it sits on a dedicated place on a shelf. It’s been given to every child who’s come into his care at least once after a nightmare or a particularly bad mission, or just for comfort. It has seen many bad days, many tears, and many injury recoveries, but he makes sure to keep it in relatively good condition. The beans inside are heavy and so the bear is weighted to help with anxiety, and can be microwaved and used as a heating pad.

[roseate-felidae]

Got rid of my Harry potter stuff today.

Jk Rowling is an awful person who I hope something terrible happens to. I have completely stopped liking any of her universe since I found out about her Transphobia, Radical feminism and anti-Semitism. I refuse to finance such hatred.

I had been meaning to throw out some plush creatures, books on creature design, dragon moneybox and a pop vinyl creature. They were deep in a drawer buried and autism "out of sight out of mind" happened. Which is why only done now. The films my parents own.

I am keeping one Hungarian Horntail plush, it was the best dragon toy I own as a child. It is old though (before I found out her discrimination), so she has not benefitted from any recent money from me. Obviously she never will again.

I am also chucking out a mini McDonald's dragon squishmallow. I do not agree with their donations of money to Israel to fund genocide against Palestine. I am keeping an old rabbit one (Lavada), who was purchased before the war and obviously I will not be purchasing anymore.

I do not support Transphobia, anti-Semitism, radical feminism, genocide or Pro Israel.

If you do support it, leave my blog, rethink your hatred or if not, fuck off!

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

What are some popular toys amongst urban fantasy races?

Modern Fantasy Monsters: Popular Toys

The Magical, The Marvelous Mr. Marzilious has supplied fun toys throughout the world for years! With his magical magic toy factory he has created amazing toys that questions reality and bring fun for the whole family! Here are some of the hottest toys just flying off the shelves of local toy-stores! Mr. Marzilious's Enchanted World projector: Has your child ever dreamed of becoming a knight? Or maybe flying around with Dragons? Maybe traveling into the fae realm safely to meet a unicorn? Well, with the Enchanted World Projector your child can do that all at home without the hassle of travel! This small device projects lifelike worlds where your child can have hours of fun! Spell-Casting Kits for Children: Is your little witch/wizard ready for magic? Well, with this simple kit your child will have everything they need to start their magical journey! Mirage Buddies: Ever wanted your childhood imaginary friend to be real in plush form? These plushies can shapeshift with a simple word to anything your child wants from animals to even mythical creatures. Have them sleep comfortably with their new personalized buddy to keep them company. (Now comes in a variety of calming scents!) Little Fairies Whispering Jewels: From the enchanted forest of the fae wilds comes these new lines of jewelry for your little princess or prince to wear! These glittering gems can keep all your secrets safe and ca whisper encouraging words to your child! (*Disclaimer* Gems are not from the fae wilds they are not worth anything) Mr. Marzilious's Living StoryBook: Care to sit down for a story? The living story book helps encourage imagination and reading skills to your child with illustrations that move with the story and can actually interact with your child. Your child influences the story by making choices and choosing their own adventures! DreamLand Pillows: A special creation from Mr. Marzilious toys where it makes the user have pleasant vivid dreams. This pillow is used for children who have trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. These lavender infused pillows are a must have for parents with children who just can't seem to sleep or adults who are mentally drained. Knight-Light: The Knight light is a creation in which the light itself is a projection of a knight in shining armor. This knight is here to protect your child from any unwanted monsters under their bed and to bring light to your children's room as they sleep.

[helaelaemond]

50 Helaemond Kisses

day 14 - casually

Helaena and Aemond spend time with the children.

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"Jaehaera, kostagon vestrā Vhagar?"

Helaena smiles as she watches Aemond hold her daughter in his lap, asking her if she can say the name of his dragon. The little princess looks up at her uncle and touches the scarred skin around his sapphire. Gently, he takes her hand and guides it away, and gives her an encouraging nod.

"My love, what is the name of your dragon?" she asks softly. She crouches in front of them and her daughter gives her a special smile. It spreads so wide that bright peals of laughter follow.

"Morghul!"

"Kony drēje issa," Aemond praises quietly. That's right!

"My dragon is called Shrykos!" Jaehaerys calls from where he's playing on the plush rug, a stone dragon in his hand. He makes it soar through the air, making whooshing noises and roars.

"Ah, ah," Aemond chides. "Isse Valyrīha." In Valyrian.

The boy huffs. He ignores Aemond's command for a moment, focusing instead on his toy which flies around his head.

"Jaehaerys," Aemond says. In his lap, Jaehaera watches his sapphire eye closely. Helaena knows she likes the way light reflects off it, makes it sparkle.

Her son gets up with an irritated sigh, and drags his feet as he walks over to Aemond. He pouts slightly, but when Aemond straights up in the chair, the child mimics him. Helaena bites back a smile.

"Ñuha zaldrīzes issa brōstan Shrykos."

Aemond shakes his head. "That is the literal translation. Remember your grammar."

Jaehaerys sighs dramatically, and rests his hand on his uncle's leg. "It's too hard."

"You know all the words. Put them in the right order."

The boy looks over at his mother, and Helaena gives him a smile, nodding. "You know this. Show Uncle Aemond how hard you have been practising."

"I'm better than her," he says suddenly. He looks at his twin sister in Aemond's lap accusingly. "She doesn't even try!"

Instinctively, Aemond holds her a little closer, and Helaena sees him struggle to keep his face neutral. "Your sister tries as best she can."

"Mittys iksā!" the boy answers in frustration. You're a fool! He tries to push her, but Aemond shields her. Sharing a look with Helaena, he passes the child to her and bends on one knee in front of his nephew. To keep him in place, he firmly grasps his upper arms and forces him to look at him.

The children have never been frightened of him, not even with his missing eye. But they know to listen when he speaks. And so little Jaehaerys' attention does not waver now.

"Your sister is no fool," Aemond says quietly. It is loud enough for Helaena and her daughter to hear, though. It is important Jaehaera hears this. "She is a rare gift, one that you shall treasure in the years to come."

Confusion passes over the boy's face. "But she doesn't even talk!"

"She does," Aemond replies patiently. "When there is something important to say."

"Kepa, yn-!" But Father-!

"No," Aemond interrupts fiercely. The boy shrinks slightly. "Kepus." Uncle.

Jaehaerys, who looks so much like Aegon, purses his lips and furrows his brow, before sighing and nodding. "Kepus."

"Good. Do you trust me, young prince?"

In Helaena's arms, Jaehaera smiles at Aemond, and leans her head against her mother's shoulder.

He nods, his head tilted down slightly. "Yes."

"Then you must trust me with what I am about to say." Aemond glances at Helaena, before turning his attention back to the boy. "We are the blood of Old Valyria. You, and I, your mother and your sister, and your brother. Our family survived the Doom. And it is not just in dragons that we find our power - it is in dreams, too. Remember the story of Daenys?"

"She saw it in a dream, and she saved our family."

Aemond smiles slightly. "Good. There is power in prophecy, and it is given to those who heed it. Your sister is much like your mother. She will be a dreamer, too - and you must listen when she speaks."

"But-"

"Jaehaerys." Aemond's voice is firm.

The boy opens his mouth to protest again, but thinks better of it, and after a moment, he nods.

"You are to apologise for being unkind to your sister."

As if he carries the weight of the world on his little shoulders, the prince groans and drags himself over to his mother and sister. It's so difficult not to laugh at the theatricality of it, but Helaena just about manages. She crouches down so the twins are eye level, although the sister does not look the brother in the eye.

"Drējī usōven, mandia." I am very sorry, sister. Then he glances over at Aemond and grins slightly, clearly very proud of his Valyrian now. Aemond gives him a slight nod, and the boy puffs up his chest smugly.

If Jaehaera hears, she does not react. But she slips from her mother's arms and wanders onto the plush rug where the stone dragon has been abandoned. Careful fingers pick it up, and careless fingers let it drop.

As the children settle back into playing side by side - not necessarily together, but peacefully in companionship, - Aemond goes to his own sister. There are no servants here to see, and the children aren't watching. So he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her close and kisses her cheek. It's close to her lips, the tender touch, and she smiles.

So casual. So intimate. It makes butterflies appear in her stomach, the tenderness in his kiss. "You handle him well," she murmurs quietly.

"He is a good child," whispers Aemond close to her ear. "Aegon's son he may be, but Aegon he is not."

A soft laugh comes through her nose. "They love you as a father, I think. Jaehaera especially."

"I hope so. She does remind me of you."

"You have always been good at understanding me." She looks up at him, her sweet brother.

He meets her gaze with a softness that no one else will ever see. "Understanding is the least you deserve."

"And you give me so much more besides," she laughs. Looking back over at the children, she notices that Jaehaera's gaze is now fixed on them. She steps out of Aemond's embrace with a knot in her stomach, and then kneels beside her daughter to quietly ask her more questions about Morghul. It is one of the few things that will draw words from her.

Across the room, Aemond goes to Maelor's cot and lifts the happy toddler out of it as he comes out of sleep. He kisses his forehead and holds him close, bouncing slightly to make sure the little one is as content with the real world as he is with dreams.

"Kepa," Jaehaera says, her dreamy gaze on Aemond and Maelor.

"Kepus," Helaena reminds her gently. Uncle.

"Kepa. Se kepa Maelor hen." Father. The father of Maelor.

Helaena closes her eyes for a moment. It is not always the future that dreamers see. The past, the present, they are gifts and curses, too. But what is truth, really, other than the stories they tell each other? By the time she opens them again, her daughter's attention has returned to the stone dragon abandoned on the floor. Sighing softly, Helaena looks back at where Aemond cradles Maelor, and what fear momentarily cooled her, now dissipates.

Whatever risk there is, is worth it. They are a family, truly. Her, her children, and Aemond. Whatever that may mean, whatever consequence they must one day face, will be worth it for this moment now, this little piece of bliss.