He blinked a few times, I think a few tears fell from his eyes, but he nodded and ran towards the library a floor below. When I heard the door closed, I knelt down where the toy was. Gently picking up the pieces, I picked up one of the broken wings that was harmlessly flapping in the air. The dragon itself was mewling in pain and it was astonishing just how well he made the toy. It acted like a real dragon, but it was running on a set of commands if the spellwork I was seeing was correct. 