The hair on Moira's neck rose from the sound of flapping outside. She couldn't decide whether it was a big bird, or - what. All she knew was that it brought up memories from a distant past. She was still a child. Her mother scooped her up from a huge fire, her oldest brother was helping their father wrangle out animals from their stalls. The smell of singed wood and screaming people resurfaced in her brain. She took a large gulp, and decided to start reading. "Loquin's Ward" She wrinkled her nose, still trying to rid her head of negativity. She sighed and flipped into the first page. From there she was flipping through pages nonstop. It told a story of a dragon and their family. The memories of fire and pitchforks returned but were combated by the beautiful story's dialogue. She was stricken and confused. Moira wondered just what a dragon's scales would feel like.