Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
Yvae and Pyranir are at last untangled. Pyranir is busy cleaning his wings of dirt from the scuffle, but Yvae wanders up to Elasirae, looking up at him. So... What magic do you have? Mommy and daddy have lots! I bet you can do all kinds of cool things!
That's so sad! says Pyranir, in a squeaky voice, attaching himself to Elasirae's nearest limb.
I'm so sorry! You can be a dragon here and we can find a way to get you magic! Yvae proclaims, from under a wing.
Even the adult dragons look sad; Procellor walks over and looks at him, pity clear on his face. His mate lowers her head, in sorrow.
"I am so sorry. Would it help if we didn't do anything magical in front of you?" Procellor offers.
"Magic is a little easier to come by brand-new when there are kindly-disposed Bells around," Rose points out dryly.
You're a brave dragon, Elasirae. Strength of wind and fierceness of fire go with you, says their mother, solemnly.
Elasirae does not look like he's going to be free of hatchling cuddles anytime soon. They still look so sad.
Softly, Procellor offers, If you'd like, we will let you have a portion of our hoard. It's the least we can do, for - for a fellow dragon that is without magic of his own.
This is a big deal for dragons of this type. Elasirae probably has no idea, but it's somewhat unheard of. It would be appropriate to be either in awe, or reasonably respectful. If incredibly suspicious.
And if there is a way to let you use the magic you have, we will help in any way we can, adds his mate.
"Sarion is the Bell for his world, not me, and I do not expect she would think very highly of you barging in for the express purpose of giving someone a thing he does not appear to want."
"...It's not that I don't want one exactly..." he says. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. I don't object. But I wouldn't know where to put it, and I don't know what the elves would think if it were in the Elven Lands but I'm not sure where else, and I don't need one, so I wouldn't want to put these nice people to the trouble."
Brightly, Procellor adds, And since you seem to want one, even if you're being wonderfully polite - we don't mind. It's no trouble, I've wanted to explore a new world, anyway.
His mate nods along, to this. It would be no trouble, truly. I don't think we could make you a large lair, but a more modest one would suffice.
Where will you take them? How will they know your power and strength if you don't have a lair and a hoard? Procellor adds. It wouldn't be anything really extravagant, we'd leave the rest up to you, but you need at least something.
Yvae gives Elasirae the sadface of doom. Do you not want a lair? she asks, in her very best sadvoice.
"You do realize that if you give Elasirae a hoard, he will be the only dragon in Thilanushinyel with a hoard," says Rose. "It really doesn't work the same way there."