Tea You at the Altar

And considering all that happened in the meantime—the dragon eggs hatching, Feo assuming the spot of councilmember, and Kianthe and Reyna settling back into managing New Leaf—Kianthe shouldn’t be surprised. But her talons weren’t any better for the rooftop, and a shingle slid past Kianthe, crashing to the ground. “Ahh!” someone yelped. “Sorry!” Kianthe grimaced, reaching out with her magic, and ordered the rest of the slate tiles to stay put. Meanwhile, Reyna had watched dragon magic mingle with Kianthe’s personal well of elemental magic—and she knew exactly how sick Kianthe could get from it. Finally, the perception of the Queendom citizens would change.