The Adventures of a Curious Rainwing

Sunflower Takes Pity upon Shine

O-of course she wasn't! She had standards! Very high ones!

It was honestly the corpse's fault that it had never agreed on a safe word

Anyways. 

Sunflower crept closer, the smaller male into her lap, and allowing him to keep hugging his pillow. "Shh... I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry Shine." The male calmed down a tad, sniffling dying down.

 "W-where am I? Who a-a-am I..?" She nodded, stroking their head spines. "You're a dragon. A dragon of sand. I made you, so you could say I'm your mother!" She thought for a second. "Please never address me like that, forget I said it." He started to drift away as she rhythmically stroke his spines. "You're made out of sand and magic, and now you're a real dragon, just as real as any other."

Wat next?