Dinner and conversation continued until late in the night. The leaders of the pack, along with Julian, Jonah, and their children, had left earlier in the night. Tyson and Olivia’s youngest child and their grandchildren had all been tucked into beds upstairs for the night, along with several of the family's fey dragons. As the night had progressed after the initial micro dragon curfuffle, they had snuck back inside, in ones and twos, in a futile attempt to avoid detection.
“I know you haven’t been in Obsidian long, but how have you enjoyed it so far, Alaster?” Tyson asked, sipping his coffee as he enjoyed another slice of cake.
“I find Obsidian to be a lovely place,” Alster replied with a smile. “There is something about this place that makes you feel welcomed, even if you are here witho
