Imenry looked at the figures for a moment, as if she couldn't imagine why someone would want a mage figure, but she turned back to her chest and dug around a bit, pulling one out and passing it to Brennan. "It can't make magic for reals..." she told him, as if he wouldn't know that much. "But you can pretend."
Imenry sat one of the characters on top of the dragon. "Remember the stories about the old times, when people could ride on dragons? And they would fight with them against the bad guys? Do you think that will ever happen again? Have you ever seen the dragon at the Temple when you go to train there? My Daddy says she is powerful and that we need to keep her and her babies safe. He says that her body carries the soul of a god, just like all the others. Some of their bodies have died, but the gods live on." She was silent a moment. "Do you think that happens to people?"