[ Luckily for Flat, if someone says strange things all the time, then one more strange thing won't trip any alarms. Gray's head tilts slightly but she doesn't pursue further, letting Flat steer the conversation away.

At mention of her scar, something that most young women would probably hate to draw attention to, Gray smiles. ]

Yes. There was a dragon... It turned, and I wasn't able to avoid its tail.

[ She can't keep herself from sounding a little pleased. Something on her face she can call her own — how novel, and how wonderful.

Of course, one lash of the tail only accounts for one stroke of her scar. But she moves on. ]

It's been a year since then. And I think... almost two years since I was in London.