"Argh, you careless beast..." Sephiroth brushed out the fire from the hem of his coat. "Try not to kill me, all right? I'm too busy to die just yet. He was a little exasperated, but he stroked the little creature's neck so he'd know that Sephiroth wasn't angry with him.
"Thank you, miss Anuriel, you're very kind." He replied to the cook, accepting the tome. He gave the still-awake dragons a pointed look.
"This is for you, you know. Try not to burn it either, hm? Besides, I can't replace it if you do." He told them. He wasn't sure if they understood him yet, but Kain had always told him that it was good to talk to hatchling dragons so they could get accustomed to hearing your voice.
He flipped through the ancient book just to get a feel for its contents. They appeared to be the stories of great dragon riders and their dragons, and the things they accomplished together.
"This will help me help you." He told them. He leaned over to look at the one that was sleeping on his foot.
"...That can't be comfortable." He commented.
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Ariadel was on the spot. "Just Ari or Aria is fine. What's he done?" She asked, dragging Damien to his feet and over to a bed.