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From where she languished, Sugar listened to the tale unfold. Part of her marveled at how both her brother and their guest could speak so much and so fluidly. The rise and fall of their voices—hers bold but feminine, his a high-pitched squeak—intrigued her as the words flowed back and forth. She was accustomed to the sound of many voices by now, though there was something very different about the exchange between only two. It wasn't unpleasant at all; she actually rather enjoyed it.

She was too invested in the strains themselves, so Sugar didn't really follow along with the story. But there were a few snatches she absorbed and a handful of words repeated that stuck in her brain. "Dragons" was one of them. "D'agons," she murmured for Elwood's ears only, earning a smile and nudge from her father.