"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 ...