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Big, big eyes are all the brighter for their depthless indigo setting, while nearly as expressive are the headknobs that like to tilt this way and that with the dragonet's every mood. Dark without being cold, he's slender but short-limbed in youth; ungainly paws contrast in size to the point of comedy, leaving his knees and wings smudged with turquoise as though he'd tripped and trailed their edges in so much starry light. That light clarifies at the tip of his tail: no longer a galaxy but his very own crescent moon.