“Alaster? Are you enjoying yourself?” Olivia asked, pulling Alaster’s attention away from the clusters of fey dragons eating from plates at the table the children had moved to.
“I am. Thank you,” Alaster said, embarrassed that he had been staring at the fey dragons and neglecting his meal. He gestured toward the fey dragons and asked, “Is this normal? Do they always eat from plates at the table? Are there always this many, or is this because the children collected them?”
“This is pretty typical for one of our large dinners,” Tyson grinned. “Sometimes we have more, sometimes less, but they always join us at the table in their designated spots.”
“I have never seen anything like it,” Alaster said in amazement as he shook his head. “I have met a few and even been able to pick one up and hol
