Zaylin gave an animated sad sigh at Luca’s comment. “Sad, isn’t it?” She tilted her head toward Amy ad laughed as she caught Amy’s soft words. “Sometimes I swear my grandma’s one of those old, crazy gypsies. But don’t tell her I said that.”

Zaylin stretched her back as the gentle, comforting tingle of the arriving night rose through her. She glanced up at the darkening sky, relishing the extra sense of strength, power, and confidence that bubbled up from her dragon blood.

“Well, we could always randomly break out in song and see if anyone joins.” She paused, thinking about that a minute. “Or not. That might be a bit [i]too[/i] weird. So, is socializing, staring at a fire, and eating s’mores the extent of tonight’s activities?”