“But dragons can’t fly!”
“Yes they CAN!”
“They’re way too big!”
“That’s why they’re called dragon flies.” Justin was not about to give this one up.
Cassandra was so confused now. She couldn’t argue with that. There they all were, hovering about them where Cassandra and Justin sat cross-legged on the sandy forest floor and continued the great Dragon Debate.
“But –“ And just then the liquid blue damsel fly alit on her thigh, the flutter of its wings closing beneath its abdomen, barely audible - much like the chatter of her brother’s words, dissipated into the chirping, rustling, softly sound-filled forest green. Oh, how pretty, she thought. How beautiful you are, Ma Demoiselle…