“Yeah. They won’t ever get to play together.” A drop of moonlight rolled down Saffy’s cheek. She shook it off.
For no reason, Magellan adjusted Crk’s sack. He cupped his palm around the dragon chick’s back. Its eyes were open, dark pools behind the knitted fairy filament. “I feel like a jailer.”
Saffy sniffed.
Out of nowhere, Psyche flew up. “I had to come over and see you for a moment—I can’t stay. I have to go now, but you’ll be great!”
Saffy bent her knees, took a breath, her shoulders rose and fell, and she gave Psyche a deep crown princess curtsy. “Thank you for everything!”
In mid-air, Psyche curtsied back then ruined it by flitting over to Magellan’s shoulder and whispering into his ear.
Her wings tickled his ear like moths fluttering. “Don’t worry about the dragon babies. I’l
