User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Dragon SteveDuck

First, I comfort my wife, telling her I know exactly where it is. I take her into our daughter's room, who watches us from her fort. I ask her to tell her mother what's in her treasure horde. She repeats the list of things, and when she gets to the rings, my wife visibly relaxes.

"Sweetheart. Mummy really needs those rings. If you give them back, I'll give you one of my own treasures." At this our daughter's eyes light up, and she all but flies out of the fort, accidentally sending the pillows around the room. She hands my wife her ring, and she promptly puts them back on. She then gives our daughter a hug, which makes our little girl purr and snuggle into her mother’s shoulder.

"Alright. You wait here with daddy. I'll be right back with your treasure." The young dragon squeals and start's jumping on the spot. I stand there, trying to keep the energetic little dragon from putting herself through the floor or the roof, until my wife returns.

In her hands is a jade dragon figure with gold claws and ruby eyes, styled as an ancient dragon. "This was in my mother's horde. And her mother's before that. Do you think I can trust you to look after it?" My daughter's eyes went from awe to shock over the course of a few seconds as she realised what this represented.

"Of course! I'll protect it with my life!" She says, gently taking the figure. When she turns around and sees her 'cave' has crumbled she whines, but still walks over and places the figure on her bedside table, nodding approvingly. Me and my wife leave as she start's to rebuild her fort.

"I suppose I should go and find her a real cave sometime soon." She says as we walk down the stairs. "Maybe I'll even give her mine." She chuckles. I ask if she doesn't still keep her own horde there.

"Most of it, yes. All the important things are here though. And, if I'm honest, our hordes don't do much after we find a mate but gather dust. I have more than enough spare treasure's here to pay for any emergencies. Who knows? Maybe that cave will become another relic to be passed down from mother to daughter?" She smiles at the idea, and I wrap an arm around her. She's a beautiful woman, and an excellent mother. Our daughter should be proud.