pride of trees brought low, what else but a
dragon?" Elaine was satisfied.
She had given more than she ought, more than she should.
Rose did not agree. "Dragons are for tattoos," said she, "and what do you know of earthquakes?"
Elaine let the afternoon light perfuse her exquisite eyes. She need make no response nor even 1 acknowledgement. Her people had owned more arenas of fault and shear than Rose's had ever seen.