“We have discussed. You come to the Alcoves.”
The voice woke Emine up abruptly. She didn’t have to question what they were talking about. The voice was that of a dragon speaking the language the rest of them understood. Not Ramar, that much she could tell. Another dragon. Over the last couple of months, Emine had seen a lot of dragons. She could only keep a few of them straight in her head yet. Between them and the humans around, there were a lot of people to get used to.
They had to be talking about her. Sanni’s voice was angry. “No, no. You can’t do this to me. You don’t do things like this. What are you talking about?”
“The both of you are moving to the Alcoves now.” The dragon’s voice held no question.
“I don’t understand.”
“We like how she makes you act, Sanni. But other than that, you don’t need to understand.”
How she made Sanni act? Emine had no idea what they were talking about. However, it sounded as though that was all to the conversation. She watched the plants outside sway as the dragon took back off into the sky.
Getting out of bed, she had barely started to get dressed when she heard Sanni knock at the door. “Emine?”
She had tried to see this place as home, but it seemed things were going to change already.