"You made a good choice for your Naga," she assured me. "Danica is more graceful on a dais than half the serpents I know." "Provided she isn't blushing too brightly to see," another quipped. "The first time I saw our queen perform, I thought she was a lost cause--far too uptight, like most avians--but I'm glad to be proved wrong." I knew I was grinning. I had never doubted that Danica could learn the serpent art. Much of her loved my world; a part of her craved dance as surely as anyone else in this nest did. Perhaps that thirst came from her time dancing with the currents of air far above where we earthbound creatures roamed, or perhaps it came from the expressive nature her own world forced her to hide. Similar conversation flowed among us until A'isha's musical voice commanded me, "Zane, admire your queen."