Dragon Daughter Dozing

[Tuck In] //Put [one of your children|your [dson]] to bed.
//Requires hour 18:00+; prioritizes daughters
You notice [one of] your young dragon [dson][s] yawning conspicuously not too far off. Being a responsible parent, you [walk] over to [dhim] [if (tallness > 54) {and [if (singleleg) {lower yourself|kneel}] down }]to talk. You tell [dhim] that it's getting pretty late, and that [dhe] looks ready for bed.

However, the little [dboy] fiercely shakes [dhis] head in response. [say:No! I'm not tired!] You sigh, already knowing the struggles you're about to have to endure. Nonetheless, you take your [dson] by the hand and tell [dher] that since [dhe]'s still up for it, you would like to spend some time with [dhim]. This makes [dhim] immediately brighten up with a wide grin, so you lead [dhim] over to [dhis] bed and [if (isnaga) {get on top of it|sit down}].

When you ask [dhim] what [dhe] wants to do first, [dhe] grows an overly serious expression, clearly thinking on this very hard. Eventually, [dhe] gasps and asks, [say:Can I brush your hair?] [if (hashair) {[if (hairlength < 6) {Well, you don't have much to work with, but|Sounds great,}] you'll be happy to fulfill your [dson]'s request. [Dhe] smiles and gets to it, [dhis] small hands running through your hair and over your scalp|But you don't have any. Your [dson]'s eyes slowly widen, but after just a moment, [dhe] says, [say:That's okay!] and reaches for your head anyway}].

The feeling of having your [if (hashair) {hair|scalp}] stroked is incredibly relaxing, and you almost find yourself forgetting your purpose here. However, no matter how marvelous your [dson]'s ministrations may be, you're still intent on being a good [father], so while [dhe] works, you ask [dhim] about [dhis] day.

[say:Um, I, uh... I went looking for bugs today.] Did [dhe] find any? [say:Uh-huh! I found a bu... uhm... a bubberfly! It was onna tree.] That's nice. What else did [dhe] do? [say:Well, uh... earlier, I played with " + ember.mf("Daddy", "Mommy") + ". We played tag, and [ember ey] tried to teach me how to fly. [ember Ey] always won, though...] Before [dhis] brief bout of dejection can ruin the mood, you continue to ask [dhim] about anything and everything.

Your [dson] gets more and more into it, telling you with gusto about the various events of the day. [Dhis] youthful enthusiasm makes every single thing sound incredibly exciting, and you find yourself [if (ischild) {wanting to join in|yearning for bygone childhood days}]. Tales of exhilarating exploration and humorous hijinks regale your ears, and exactly as intended, all the enthusiasm quickly tuckers [dhim] out, more and more yawns interspersing [dhis] words. [if (hairlength > 0) {Even the brushing is abandoned|[Dher] pace slows considerably}] as [dhe] starts to rub [dhis] eyes with [dhis] tiny, clawed hands.

As innocently as possible, you slowly recline on the bed, pulling your [dson] with you until the two of you lie next to each other. [Dhe]'s barely awake, so your actions go unnoticed, and you're able to cuddle up to the [dboy] with impunity. [Dhe] valiantly tries to continue telling you stories, but the space between [dhis] words keeps increasing, until [dhe] at last stops entirely, [dhis] chest heaving lightly.

You give [dhim] a final kiss right on the forehead, and this is enough for [dhim] to finally nod off. You wrap your arms around the little dragon and simply enjoy [dhis] calming warmth, unbothered by the world around you. It's just the two of you, joined in pure familial love. You find yourself wishing that time would pause, and that you could spend the rest of your life in just this moment.

Finally, [dhis] breathing is deep enough that you think you can free yourself once again. You slip out of the bed as gently as you can, but there's not much to worry about with how soundly [dhe]'s sleeping. Looking at [dhis] cute little face, you actually start to feel a bit tired yourself.