It was magnificent. Splendid. Marvelous. Absolutely stunning. Precious looked at the countless doors, rooms and places, just waiting, speaking to her, saying,
"Look Precious! Open me Precious! Look in me, Precious!"
"Wow!" was all Precious could muster. There were no other words to describe her awe.
"Pretty nice, huh? We didn't get this ourselves. No, our great-great-great-great-great
Grandpa Oakwing did. We put some additions because c'mon, he was old." Sycamore said,leading the tour through the winding wooden halls.
Precious was mystified, as Sycamore showed her movie theatres, bowling alleys, gyms, pools, bedrooms, guest rooms, writing rooms, gaming rooms, any room a dragon could dream of-BAM- there was a room for it in this house.
Then, as all the dragons in the house bowled together, Thorn said, out of the blue,
"Hey, Precious! What type of dragon are you? I mean, we are Swooping Forest dragons."
Precious stopped cold. What AM I? she asked herself.
"Nevermind," Thorn said. Then he continued, saying, "I want to know everything about you. Favorite food, best flying tricks, heritage, favorite game, everything."
"Thorn and Pre-cious, sittin in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Mahogany sang in an out-of-tune voice.
"Mahogany! Quit!" Thorn scolded. Mahogany was the youngest, only seven years old. She continued, paying her brother no mind.
"FIRST COMES LOVE! THEN COMES MAR-RIAGE! THEN COMES AN EGG IN AN E-EGG CARRIAGE!" Mahogany practically bellowed.
"MAHOGANY!" everyone yelled.
"What?" she said innocently, "I wasn't doing anything."