A Na Saoirsí cook finishes washing some pots and newly cast metal goblets. She walks through the citadel corridor thinking about a better life and a new future, and picks up a pair of old stuffed toys holding each other. She says: 'Who dropped these dolls? Who has been to the citadel spire? Surely they have an owner, and lost items ought to be returned. I need to find who they belong to.' The cook returns to the kitchen with her pots, cups, and the dolls, and poses a question to the merchant who comes by to deliver some meat. 'Have you seen these two dolls before? Have you seen their owner?' 'No, I've never seen them before, nor their owner. But they're so adorable with their apple-like faces and potato-like bodies. If nobody wants them, you could give them to me.' The merchant stretches out a hand and points at a doll, 'I only want this one though. It's still in good condition, and much nicer looking than the other tattered one.' The cook refuses the merchant and leaves the citadel for the streets. When she passes by a guard escorting carts carrying grain, she makes her inquiry: 'Have you seen these two dolls before? Have you seen their owner?' The guard takes the dolls, and mumbles: 'I once heard of two self-centered brothers who each had a red dragon doll, but they were both unsatisfied and plotted to rob each other to get the other one. The elder had a hidden table knife while the younger carried some flint, and as they walked towards each other's beds...' The red dragon dolls suddenly scald his hands as if they were made of flame, and the guard bites his tongue, tossing them aside and running away as he says, 'No, that story's completely unrelated to these two! I don't know about them or their owner!' The cook picks up the dusty dolls, carefully wiping the dirt off them. She circles the city streets a few more times until dusk gives way to night, and a woman, a wakewoman, shows up behind her. 'Miss cook, I heard you've been asking around about something. I came here looking for you, because I know the answer you seek.' 'Have you seen these two dolls before? Have you seen their owner?' the cook asks. 'I've seen these two dolls before, behind a coffin, under the moonlight. And yes, I've seen their owner, under the eaves, out in the wilds.' The wakeman extends both hands and says, 'Give them to me, and I'll put them where they belong.' And so under the stars, the wakewoman walks all the way back to the citadel, to the highest lookout point, to a little room belonging to Tara's one and only red dragon. 'There were never a pair of brothers.' She places the older-looking doll on the red dragon's bed. 'Nor did this belong to a pair of sisters.' The doll's is tucked under a soft blanket, its head resting on a pillow. 'It has always belonged to the red dragon. A single red dragon, and then the other red dragon. 'One dragon discarded it, and one found it a young partner. She puts down the newer looking doll right next to the older looking one, making them snuggle together just like a pair of sisters. 'Today, they become a pair, and return to the red dragon's bed as a legacy.'