Ara was combing her hair after taking a warm shower. Mom Lucy knocked lightly.
"Come in! Good morning, Mom Lucy!" She smiled at the older woman.
"Good morning, Ara! Have your tea. I'll comb your hair."
"Thank you!" Ara sipped her tea while sitting in front of the mirror.
"It has a lot of frizz," Mom Lucy commented after untangling the curls.
"Yes." Ara waited for Mom Lucy to continue.
"Er, Sir Emyr is a d-dragon?" She whispered her question.
"Who told you that?"
"My Ponso told me!"
"Yes. Emyr is a water dragon."
"And you're not afraid?" Mom Lucy stared at Ara in the mirror with round eyes.
"I'm not afraid of Emyr. I'm not sure about other dragons." Ara studied the older woman's expression. "Like Zovern."
Mom Lucy gasped. "Mr. Z-zovern, too?" She gulped air.
"He is a bit unpr
