She walked a few feet away and sat down, cross-legged. A second later, her pets were climbing into her lap. Instead of greeting her so-called guests, Syranna looked at Sir Uther. “Thank you, Uther, for meeting our uninvited guests. You may retire if you wish. I am sorry you missed your nap.” Uther smiled, nodding his head. “Uhmpff! No good now. I’m wide awake, Mistress Syranna.” “Very well. Perhaps you’ll sleep better tonight.” Syranna smiled at the old man who grimaced back at her. “Even if I can’t, Mistress, I promise I won’t come and disturb you.” Syranna laughed, shaking her head. “You never disturb me, so feel free to come whenever you need to.” “Madam,” Marcus spoke up determinedly. “We need to speak privately, now!” Syranna shook her head, and her long black hair danced with the movement. “It will have to wait. Dragonets must be fed on time or there can be serious consequences.” She stopped as Moerana returned with a tray piled with food and water.
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