(Iris POV)
The little dragon won the first round of our game.
I was expecting to feel annoyance or even just disappointment but surprisingly I did not get a feeling like that aside from just acceptance.
That was most certainly weird.
If I had felt nothing from it, then it would not be surprising either but this was definitely the feeling of accepting the outcome instead of merely dismissing it.
The little dragon did not gloat over her victory but instead, pulled out a cookie from thin air and broke it into half, offering one half of it to me.
The two of us then enjoyed nibbling on the cookies on a bench out on the main street, watching the other 'children' play with their own split body of Master.
It was truly an odd feeling.
