Crystal kept
her ears pricked forward as Ember spoke. She’d signed a quick greeting to the
other Ice Dragons in the pen, but her attention had since been strictly focused
on the Crown Prince. He’d gone to the front of the room, if a circle could have
a front, and had taken some papers from his sack.
The prince had
mostly frowned at the papers, looking up and nodding to Fire Dragons as they
came into the room. Crystal spent a few moments studying each new face,
wondering if they knew Ember’s true thoughts about Ice Dragons. The other Ice
Dragons in the pen weren’t familiar. They were older than she was, and one of
them had a series of burn scars along his forelegs. They also seemed more interested in taking a
nap than paying attention to the council.
