The sun hung over the City of Wistmere that day like a stubborn celebrity refusing to leave the spotlight. Its rays beamed down with all the enthusiasm of a daytime commercial, and yet, for dragons, it was just another scorcher.
Especially since the Drakonis Cloud Weaver, a ship so flamboyant it practically deserved its own fan club, was docking under the cool, forgiving shade of the mansion's docking station.
Liam and Judge, the resident "latecomers of legend," were the last to disembark, at least as much as they knew.
Their exit was performed with the same unhurried act as a snail in a leisurely race — proving, quite definitively, that rushing is for mere children and, apparently, being young at heart, they did not consider themselves children.
Meanwhile, Amber — whose enthusiasm for family reunions could rival that of a puppy spotting its favorite human — bustled forward with the speed of a caffeinated squirrel.
