"Nothing in particular," said Makan. "But I do enjoy it." He ushered someone to play on the pipe as well, and began singing. His voice was a strong baritone. His words and tone were clear, so that people could make out his words from some distance away.

Villagers were drawn in by the music, even those still wary of the dragon. Makan didn't realize the crowd gathering around him until he finished singing, and the people clapped. He couldn't blush like a human, but the fins on his body blushed. The dragon bowed.