Going down to dinner in a large living room, I noticed a certain revival in the courtyard of the castle.

She stopped at the narrow window and looked out.

Unfamiliar women, clearly dragon races. Scales glistened faintly on their cheekbones. They were laughing and talking quickly about something. I followed them with my eyes and noticed how easy they went. It's like they're floating. The hems of the light linen dresses, unsuitable for the weather, gently wrapped around their legs, not hiding the ankles. The thick hair of strangers was collected in high tails. Like men, colored strands slipped through their thick curls, indicating the color and element of the...