An expert from Wings Of Fire book 15, The Flames of Hope -- A tiny black dragon, no bigger than Lizard, was sitting in a pool of moonlight, gazing up at the stars. "Imperial," she whispered, pointing to the biggest moon. Her claw traced across the sky to the next one. "Oracle. And Perception." She brought her talons down and wrapped her wings around herself. "I remembered." She looked up at Oracle and whispered "Mother will be here soon," A moment passed, and then she looked away from the moon "Well. She said she'll try." The small black wings fluttered. "If she doesn't come tonight, she'll come tomorrow. Or the next day." Another pause. "She'll always come back." Another moment, and then little Moonwatcher said, even more quietly, "I'll be alright..." -- Kill me now for feeling sympathy for her.
