O goed, gwaed a gwacter, rhwng ysgallen a seren

[sovay]

I sent my godchild the Tarot deck of dragons I had owned since I was his age. I always loved its Hermit shining atop a promontory, the Tower with the red dragon at its roots. It seemed like the right time. He drew the two of wands straight off and loves it. I have fulfilled one of my godparental obligations. It could have been a set of bongos.

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[selkie]

He has a melodica, you can't hurt me with empty percussion threats

(He is upstairs but was lovingly passing his hands over the deck when he was lurking fifty-fifty on the stairs; I am relieved the handoff was effortless -- no reason why it wouldn't have been, freely passed down -- and I imagine we'll spend time tomorrow seeing how they throw.)

Thank you. Everything in its good time.

[sovay]

Thank you. Everything in its good time.

*hugs*

And a time to be dragons.

(I've heard the melodica.)

[selkie]

I swear I did not know the dragons were so immediately relevant, and yet here we all are!