“Felicity.” Both her hands are on my arm now, strangling the fabric of my dress. “Felicity.” “That’s me.” “We have discovered a new species.” Her face is like sunlight on a river, an already resplendent beam made brighter. I don’t want to be the cloud and remind her we haven’t, though. Sim and her family have sheltered these animals for decades. The scavengers on the beach, the people in Algiers—these dragons are not new to the world, only to our very small part of it.
