[Vayne is silent, thinking and regarding the outer wall of the cottage frightfully uncomfortable, and the last thing he expects from this world, supposedly still his own, are speck-sized dragons, ringless and not great and terrible wyrms.]
[That they immediately dive for his pocket where he has kept dried fruits and a strip or two of dried meat without fear and, that is to say, unlike any other animal around the size of his fist makes him quick to assume before he slaps at them that they know other Humes. May even be pets, though why one would keep such tiny, clearly useless, small - oh, all right, they're cute.]
[Whomever owns these small things does not get to see Vayne give a slight glance to one side, then the other before fishing out a dried slice of fruit, a curious tweak to his brow.]
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[That they immediately dive for his pocket where he has kept dried fruits and a strip or two of dried meat without fear and, that is to say, unlike any other animal around the size of his fist makes him quick to assume before he slaps at them that they know other Humes. May even be pets, though why one would keep such tiny, clearly useless, small - oh, all right, they're cute.]
[Whomever owns these small things does not get to see Vayne give a slight glance to one side, then the other before fishing out a dried slice of fruit, a curious tweak to his brow.]