30 – The Father of the Bride

 

«Oh, and who have we here?» Feilong heard a familiar-sounding voice from the side. He and his father turned round. It was Long Ziran.

«This must be Long Fei, and I suppose his father, Long Feng,» Long Ziran continued.

Feilong realised that his father and Long Ziran had clearly never met before. Remembering what he’d read in his book of manners for dragons, he quickly spoke up:
«Greetings, Long Ziran. May I introduce my father, Long Feng.»

Ziran smiled.
«And that’s all you can tell me about your father? Don’t worry, even though we’ve never met, your father’s reputation precedes him. Greetings, Long Fei.» He nodded kindly to Feilong, then turned to the father.

«Greetings, Long Feng. I am Long Ziran, the father of the bride. It is an honour to welcome you as my guest at my daughter’s wedding.»

Father nodded in return.
«Greetings, Long Ziran. Though we haven’t met in person before, your reputation precedes you as well. Thank you very much for the invitation.»

«Allow me to take you to the others. I’m sure there are dragons here whom you already know. Though the water dragons haven’t arrived yet,» Ziran explained.

«Wow!» Father said.
«I’ve arrived before my wife. And that’s even though our son only learnt to fly yesterday.»

Long Ziran smiled.
«So you’ve won the race: wind against water,» he said teasingly.

«You have a good sense of humour. I like that,» Father replied, amused.

Long Ziran led them towards the gathering and began introducing them. Many dragons were already there, and Father recognised several of them. He introduced them to Feilong, though Feilong could hardly remember all their names. He was far too fascinated by the dazzling variety of shimmering, glowing scale colours all around him.

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