She drifted and dreamed, held and safe. Comforted. Perhaps some of the oddest dreams she had ever had, as the various stories wove themselves around each other. And because she was Najaran she wondered about what kinds of foods could be found on the moons, and what did the dragons eat? Did they eat the thief birds? How did they taste? Of the kinds of food that could be found in mountains, of a cricket leading her to a feast. Foxes walking upright to order food at restaurants and gentle frogs showing her what river plants tasted the yummiest. The last dream she would remember before stirring probably involved her eating salad out of an edible grass bowl....