Ariadne let out a delighted laugh as she watched the tiny dragon take flight, clapping her hands wildly. Her childlike wonder was genuine, if a little incongruous with the rest of her shapely form. It was harmless magic after all. A bit of entertainment on an otherwise gray day in a very, very gray place.

"What's wonderful!" she told the stranger, turning her bright eyes back to him, once the dragon began roaring. "You should show that to some of the refugee children. I'm sure they'd love it."

...although they might try to chase the dragon and accidentally break it.