"And he fought my father, and they fell from the sky, and they made the ground thunder, and they..."
"That's enough, Ashrac," Acasia ruffles his hair and gives his shoulder a squeeze. "Roxanne doesn't know our ways and you frighten her with talk of fighting."
Frighten? Who me? The last thing I'm afraid of is two warring dragons. If I'm lucky, neither will walk away unscathed. Acasia and Ashrac glance my way and I'm not sure of the response I should give. No response gets me past the awkwardness of the moment. Acasia is now in human form and I have so many questions.
"We must return her, Mother. Uncle Laryn says he will not scare her again. She is his bride and he is quite angry that she left him."
Wow. Dragon children are very forgetful. "May we keep her, Mother? May we please? She is
