The successes did not rouse the parents to fits of pride and the the failures did not bring them down to the depths of misery or despair for the simple reason that they were gone and did not witness either the triumphs or the defeats. Were dragons the same way? It would seem they would have to be. But then why this sudden interest in hatching out the buried eggs?
You don’t have a lot to say, sister, said the dragon. Are you awestruck? Bored?
Assa’s dragon brain scrambled to find an answer. The green is so beautiful, she said.
The dragon hesitated. I suppose so, it said. That’s all you see in front of you? A pretty color?
Isn’t that enough? asked Assa. Isn’t beauty something we can all adore and appreciate?
That’s not a very dragon’s-eye view of things, sister.
Assa was aware of that.
