They painted a picture of her mind of a sunlit glade gleaming with a myriad rainbow of colors from every available perching point, where dragons of every size from Akaith to Fajira lounged lazily. It was a thrilling mental image, sending a shiver down the dragon child's spine. "I'd like to see that someday," she whispered, eyes holding a faraway gleam and voice full of admiration. To live somewhere with so many dragons? Only time she'd seen such things was when Akaith called the wild ones, and only at a distance.
But what Dragomir said next sent Semira into a fit of giggles. "Oh oh oh.... don't ever let Akaith hear you say she's not a true dragon!" Giggles fell into peals of laughter, as Semira took a couple steps backward. "Father told me what happened when he called her little the first time, and you're not as fireproof." Laughter gave way to ragged gasps for breath and more giggles, for the prospect was truly hilarious for the little filly, so much so that it took her breath away