"No songs," said Makan. "Although I can sing, I can't read music very well. And penning stories and poetry is quite difficult, so I have not done much." He wasn't telling the whole truth; Makan had a way to write, but he wouldn't reveal that.

The dragon sighed. "Despite not having any religions," he said, "we dragons do believe in an afterlife; or rather, we know there is one." Makan blinked the transparent, nictitating membranes over his eyes. "Do you believe in a life after death, Miss Sara? Just out of curiosity."