Day 066: Playful
She followed the unfamiliar sound. It was laughter, but what made it odd was that it was his laughter. She slowly peaked in the room to see Fen, her hatchling dragon, hopping around the floor chirping merrily. She heard his laugh again and her eyes drifted to Jasper. He was laying on the floor, white hair fanned around him and a smile gracing his sharp elf features. He almost looked different. Different from the elf that had been nothing but cold and snarky towards her. Yet here he was laughing and genuinely smiling while this little green dragon now bit and tugged his hair.
She leaned a little too far and the door made a slight creak. Her cover blown. Jasper immediately righted himself, clearing his throat as she decided to enter. She felt as though she had intruded, she felt bad and sat opposite him. As she did so Fen hurried to her lap, hopping up and down trying now to catch a lock of her hair with his sharp teeth. She couldn't help but laugh.
“They are quite playful at this age,” Jasper stated, his voice still held warmth, “Very few see them this young. You're lucky.”
