"Ah?!" Images of being punished by her mother and father surfaced in Yulanda's mind, indistinguishable from the notion of politeness and deference.
"Why do we have to live on Dragon Island?! Is it because the scenery and food are better there? Or do you prefer nibbling on leaves and licking rock salt, over indulging in crispy, oily roasted lamb and fine, clean salt?!" Brooks raged.
Yulanda shook her head frantically, her desire for roast lamb making the Dragon Island's strict diet unbearable. There weren't enough sheep to satisfy the appetite of all the dragons on the island. Wouldn't it be easier if they lived on the mainland, with plenty of land to raise sheep, offering a plentiful food supply?
"You can't do it! Neither could our ancestors! Do you think they were so amenable! That they would obediently surrender their lands to humans? To elves? To dwarfs!? Are they stupid or are you?!"
"But…," Yulanda protested, "I have no memory of us being evicted in my blood."
