Page 41 of Doran

Then Lucy pulled away.

“Look!”

She held up the doll she'd been clutching.

I stared. It was a Holly Hobby.

“It used to be Grandma's,” Lucy explained.

My gaze went automatically toward the shuttle.

“Grammie gave her to me,” Lucy continued.

I touched the doll's little dress.

“She did?”

Lucy nodded.

“She said I was old enough to take care of her. And she’s wearing a prairie dress and hat!”

Lucy noticed Doran then.

Doran and Emma approached, and Doran dropped into a crouch.

“Hello, Lucy.”

She looked at me.

“He’s really big,” she whispered. “Bigger than the Mylos even maybe.”

He and I both laughed.

“Are you really a dragon?”

Doran's eyebrows lifted.

I bit my lip, shoulders shaking in amusement.

He shrugged.

Lucy considered him carefully, then stepped closer to him.

“Do you have a tail?”

Doran glanced over his shoulder.

“I do.”

“Can I see?”

He turned slightly.

Lucy studied his tail with great seriousness.

Then she nodded.

“And wings?”