The nights still held a bitter chill near the lair, though that was the little dragoness's favorite time.

She would slip out of the lair and settle upon the perch that overlooked the gardens. And it was then...that they would come out.

The ghostly pale forms of her great grand children. She had felt them following during the day, but it was by night that they showed themselves.

Moving about the gardens as if they were still alive, the forms tumbled and played in the pale light of the twin moons.

Another too soon had joined them. a ghostly child who's age was unknown. She was just a little thing with curly locks of hair.

Where she had come from, momma could only guess, but seeing that the ghost child seemed to enjoy the gardens, she would not chase her away.

"A tisket, a tasket" The sound of a little girl singing accompanied the spirit most times. Momma had even seen the little child skip and act as if smelling the flowers, before like her great grand babies, they'd fade away come dawning.