Rose PoV
I pushed little Anis in her stroller, the sun shining brightly overhead as we made our way through the park. She giggled, her big, innocent eyes sparkling with delight as she played with her crimson and brown dragon plushie, moving it like a noodle toy. The plushie, soft and cuddly without any wings, seemed to dance in her tiny hands, and I couldn't help but smile at her antics.
"Look, Anis! Your dragon is flying!" her uncle Sil exclaimed, mimicking the sound of flapping wings, even though it didn't have any. Anis's laughter bubbled up like a stream, and she wiggled in her seat, her little legs kicking excitedly.
"Goo goo!" she squealed, her voice a mixture of joy and enthusiasm, as if she truly believed her plushie could soar through the air.
With a playful grin, I leaned down closer to her, lowering my voice dramatically. "But wait! What if the dragon gets hungry? What do we feed it?"
"Snacks?" Sil said, humming.
