‘I dream them,’ the boy said ingenuously. ‘When I dream that I fly with her, I know how she speaks to herself. Queen of the sky, rider of the morning, magnificent one. I speak to her as she speaks to herself. It is the only way to converse with a dragon.’ He crossed his thin arms on his narrow chest. ‘It is my courtship of her. Is it so different from how you spoke to my sister?’
