"So dragons are like snowflakes," he says offhandedly, then adds, "That's weird." His face scrunches up as he thinks far too much about how snowflakes form differently from each other. "There's so many different factors that form snowflakes--how many different factors form these dragons?" he wonders. Sorry, Sam. "Magic, eugh. The scion, and their bond?" He shifts the weight of his feet, still in his own mind. "Time?"

He paces away, clearly forgetting the rest of the conversation. He has a hand up, snapping his fingers together, like it'll help his thoughts coalesce faster. He spins towards Sam. "There has to be more involved."