He awoke from his dream, feeling the warm sun shining on his face. The enchantress was sitting on the bench on the deck. She placed a small, elegantly wrapped box on the bench between them. "I have a gift for you, my love."
He rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes. "A gift?"
She didn't explain. "Let's go to dinner."
They went to the dining room, which was flooded with sunlight and ocean views, and sat at an elegant table with a candelabra. She placed the gift in from of him. "You can open it now…"
He opened the box, and withdrew a small ceramic statue, with a sensual red glaze. The statue was a small baby dragon. The nostrils of the dragon appeared to have a white substance stuck in them, like the snotty nose of an infant.
The magician felt a warm glow. "He is…" He had to stop himself from saying "my son." This was a statue, only a illusory symbol. Magicians are illusionists, they understand the power and the danger of illusions. "It is beautiful."
The enchantress manifested a small flame, and passed it across the white substance in the dragon's nostrils. The lamp wicks caught fire. She took her lovers hand. "Your son breathes fire, my love."
He placed the statue on the table between them, next to a magical rope which held a bottle of wine aloft.
Above the ship, the tiny, invisible baby dragon did a little loop the loop in the air. He was learning to fly. And he wondered why he felt such a strong connection to the people he had just seen sitting on the outer deck of the ship. A man lying on a bench, with his head on the lap of a woman, who was stroking his hair.
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