Falling in love was easy, too much if you ask him, but Lucas suspects that it was just because it was her; anybody else would not have been worth his attention.

         His human friends always looked at him funny when he said his mother hoarded memories, saying that Dragons are supposed to hoard treasure. He knew different of course, each dragon hoarded different precious things, things that to them, were worth more then any treasure. For his mother it was the family. the island he was raised on. the memories of people that he would eventually lose. A dangerous hoard. the young dragon had seen the truth in that as the humans that his mother loved started to expire. that was the only part of the memory that his mother couldn't preserve.         The young dragon finally spotted his mother. the old dragon was kneeling on the ground, his slip hanging loosely on his lithe frame, his blond hair, unusually well kept, was mussed, but still seemed to be perfect. the young dragon thought momentarily if he would gain such an ethereal form as the process of his change continued. 
          the old dragon’s ear twitched and he turned, his liquid gold eyes soft and nostalgic, “Oh, darling, I didn’t sense you come in, nave I been gone too long?” 
the young dragon shook his head, “I just wanted to… the door was open so I…” 
 Lucia smiled at his young, “you don’t have to be nervous, it’s okay for you to be in here, you’re old enough now.”        The young dragon walked to his mother and kneeled next to him. In front of them was an old looking television set, There was no sound, but the images showed a young woman in a red dress and long brown hair, arranging sunflowers in a vase, helped by a young pink haired Lucia. his form still elfin even at a young age.          “Is that grandma?” the boy asked.
 Lucia nodded, “It was so simple back then, the world was so full of magic, every day was a new adventure, I learned so much from them.”          The young dragon took his mother’s hand, “She’s sick isn’t she?” Lucia’s lip trembled and tears slid down his cheeks, “I know it’s hard for you to understand, you always understood the mortality of humans, you were never too sad when you lost a human friend, you knew they were never going to be permanent. But I was human once, The human bonds I made Before are still very strong inside me. It’s crippling… I must seem so weak to you…”          The young dragon nuzzled into his mother’s neck, “I have never seen you as weak, you are the benevolent, compassionate, steady Goddess that the humans need, you connect with them on a level that I could never understand. you love humans. that doesn’t make you weak.” 
        Lucia laughed, “when did you become so insightful?”    
 “I had a good teacher.” 
        Lucia purred, wiping his eyes. He waved his hand and the tv went off, “I think I’ve been wallowing in here long enough, how about we go to the park, stretch some muscles.”         “will you teach me some more magic?”        
Lucia stood, “I don’t see why not, The magic muscle does need to be stretched from time to time as well.” The old dragon giggled.         The dragon’s child smiled, and stood. The happiness of his parents was so important to him, they were the only two people on the planet that he could form a strong bond with. and he supposed, that really all he ever needed.