Light Dragons 02 - The Unbearable Lightness of Dragons

you yet again that such an assumption is false,” Drake said.
    “Bah! You do everything you can to instigate a war with us!” The smile faded from Chuan Ren’s face. “We are not stupid, nor are we blind to your machinations!”
    “What machinations?” Drake demanded. “State just one thing that the green dragons have done to harm your sept!”
    “Oh, lord, this is going to take forever,” I muttered to myself, and turned to look for a chair since this vision was evidently going to take a bit.
    Kaawa sat behind me, separated from Gabriel’s father, dressed in a flowing robe and matching turban, her hands clasped in her lap as she watched the sárkány . Another woman sat on her far side, similarly dressed, and just as obviously a member of the silver sept. Next to them was a little girl of about four who sat in a stiff blue dress with a ruffled white pinafore, her black hair twisted into two stubby little braids, her bright silver eyes marking her as another silver dragon.
    “I hope you don’t mind if I sit next to you,” I told Kaawa, taking the chair on her free side.
    “No, of course not,” she murmured, causing me to freeze for a moment before looking at her in astonishment.
    “What’s that?” the other woman asked her, leaning toward us, speaking in a soft voice so as not to disturb the sárkány .
    “You can hear me?” I asked Kaawa. “You can see me?”
    “What was what?” Kaawa asked her friend in a whisper.
    “You said ‘Of course not.’ ”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I say that?”
    My spirits fell. She couldn’t hear me after all. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Or was it? I leaned close to her, my mouth just a few inches from her ear. “Gabriel looks much better with his goatee.”
    “I told him not to shave it off. It gives him such character, but—” Kaawa froze, blinking wildly as she slowly looked around. I waved, but her gaze went right through me.
    “What’s wrong?” her friend asked, poking her on the arm.
    “I don’t quite know,” Kaawa answered.
    The little girl slid off her seat and said something in a language I didn’t understand, tugging on the arm of the woman I assumed was her mother.
    “Hush, Maata. Kaawa is not feeling well.”
    “Maata?” I grinned at the little girl as she, looking incredibly bored, climbed back onto her seat and, with a defiant look at her mother, stuck her thumb in her mouth. I laughed, thinking that even then Gabriel’s guard showed signs of doing just as she pleased.
    Kaawa shot a look to the side nearest me even as she assured her friend in whispers that she was fine.
    I turned back to the dragons, momentarily distracted when Chuan Ren leaped to her feet, yelling something about Drake trying to take things that were not his. Drake, looking bored, crossed his arms and let her rant.
    “Boy, that gets old fast,” I said.
    “Who are you?” Kaawa’s voice was so soft, I almost didn’t hear it.
    I waved a hand in front of her face, but she obviously didn’t see it, and I suspected she heard me only now and again. “It must have something to do with you being a shaman,” I told her. “I’m Ysolde.”
    She heard that all right. She sat up very straight, her eyes wide and staring at nothing in particular. Her friend was busy trying to get Maata to remove her thumb from her mouth, and didn’t hear when Kaawa, speaking without moving her lips, said, “You are a shade?”
    “I’m not dead, no. Well, I was, but then I was resurrected. It’s a long story.”
    Her expression didn’t change, her gaze not moving one whit. Thinking she must not have heard that explanation, I leaned in close and added, “I know you, Kaawa. You’re my friend.”
    “I will befriend no shade. That way lies madness,” she said simply, and turned to her friend, clearly dismissing me.
    I felt bereft for a moment, separated by time and space from everything going on around me, from the noise and furor of Chuan Ren in full hissy fit as she stormed around the sárkány table, trying to get a rise out of Drake, to the blue wyvern trying to restore order, to Sial as he chimed in when some slurs were evidently cast his way.
    Gabriel turned to share a smile with his mother, immediately looking concerned when she didn’t respond.
    I was alone, separated from the dragons around me by centuries of time and understanding. I shivered, suddenly cold and filled with sadness. I knew I couldn’t change any of the events that would unfold, but