“What are all of your names?” Elsa’s grandmother asked her, and Elsa wagged her tail. She instinctively felt safe with this dragoness, the woman who called herself Nana. “Vhagar,” came Vhagar’s shy response, and Elsa felt she just had to jump in.
“My name is Elsa, and that’s Syrax,” she replied, indicating her brother, and looked at her grandma, grinning. Then the smile faded, as she looked to her mom. “I think Mother fought with Daddy. But they’re both great, only Daddy hurt Mother, and I want him to apologize.” She waved her new firefly wings at her nana. Her ears flopped adorably; she sat down. “Can you help them apologize, Nana?”

“Someone like you . . . and all you know, and how you speak . . .”