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As night fell, Louis received an unexpected visitor. An elven dragon his own age landed gracefully on the rooftop terrace outside his room and greeted him with a gentle smile as she sat on the bench. "Hello, Louis. I see you were waiting for me."
Louis, who had been reading a book in silence, looked up at her with complete indifference. "No, I wasn't really waiting for you. What do you need, Dralma?"
Dralma looked confused. "Didn't we agree to talk?"
Louis glanced back at his book and continued reading in silence for a few seconds. "Ah, really? I must have forgotten. I tend to forget things that don't matter."
The half-elf raised an eyebrow. It was subtle, but Louis was being deliberately dismissive, and it stung her pride more than she cared to admit. "Well… I suppose you did. But I came here so we could speak and perhaps bond. We are family, after all, right?"
"Yeah, we are," Louis nodded. "But I wonder where you were when I was younger?"
"Eh?"
