“The dragons,” she whispered as she turned back to the windows. “They are coming, and they are angry.”
“Why should they be angry? They’re the ones eating us and destroying our homes and crops. Seems like we should be the angry ones.”
“We have something of theirs. Something they want back. Something they will level everything in their way to get.”
“What could they possibly want to badly?”
Her eyes unfocused, and I regretted asking.