Just Another Day

"Maybe dat's why de Elders back home hate dem so much," Shanku thought aloud.

"Migh' be," Doane nodded. "Many o' da kurach back den waren't too thrilled abou' it. Anywho, back ta wark."

Doane took a great handful of sand and threw it into the air with wild abandon.

"San ke gra, orna, ne mae keruuu," the dragon sang. Shanku shook her head with a chuckle as he went through his dance with the molten sand.

"What's de meanin' of de songs?" She asked when he finished his current verses.

"Eh?" he asked, startled. He looked at her curiously.

"What ya sing. What's it mean?" Shanku asked again.

"Oh," Doane laughed. "I have no idear. The craft is befar spoken language. We jus' make stuff up."

Shanku sighed.