“Hey, Red!” 

It was Dragon Little’s voice. The noise of my wings coming out of the ocean must have woken her. 

I could see her small 3-year-old face look at me through her cabin’s window. 

“Yes, my sweet Dragon Little?” I said softly. For, after all, since due to my circumstances I could not give birth, I liked to think this little human child as my own daughter. 

“Come here,” she said. 

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