Elina VII

Daniel helped Lana onto the blue dragon. It was large and scaly, its tail long and spiked. Lana sat on its back, her knees gripping hard as she leaned forward to whisper into its ear while she patted the long neck.

He picked up May next and placed her on the red dragon. Like Lana, she stroked and caressed the stone scales and spikes. Danny wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear. She nodded several times.

Elina frowned. Something about his posture, the way his dark jeans looked leaning against the crimson red of the dragon, moved through her mind slowly. Something was there just out of reach, something she needed to catch hold of, but her mind refused to cooperate. The more she tried to grasp the memory, the more it eluded her.

The wind rushed through the compound, stirring the leaves on the ground so once again they rose, this time swirling around the dragons and children. Danny leapt on the back of the brown dragon and Amelia the orange one. They mounted them as if