Dragon Father and Dragon Little sailed the ocean of the hawk people after a victorious adventure. 

Instead of flying home, they stopped to look at the suns begin to set. On their own ocean the suns never set. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dragon Father held little Dragon Little on his arms as they looked at the pink and orange hues of the sky. 

She nodded. 

“This is the time,” he explained to her, “when the afternoon turns into evening, and the suns--”

“Eternoon?” she said. 

“What?” He was surprised by the word. 

“Eternoon turns into evening?” she repeated. 

He thought about it, then said with a little bit of awe in his voice, “Yes. The eternoon turns into evening. That’s right, Joy.” 

And so they looked at the fading suns of the eternoon. 

—Told by The Red Dragon