The parasol flapped lazily in the sea breeze, shading Sienna and Queen Serenya. In the distance, Ali made loud noises, giggling as she flew a kite with Uncle Jorik. Above it, Aunt Linera flew in the air, following like a guardian.
"Maybe they should fly kites." The queen joked. "Your fox cub is sure having fun doing it, as are the falcon relatives my husband keeps calling refugees."
Sienna laughed.
From the sand, Eli piped up, his small voice with authority far beyond his five years. "A kite! A kite! You want Beast Lords to chase a Kite! Papa says the idea is novel but whatever entertainment is chosen must be dignified."
Queen Serenya rolled her eyes. "Shut up, little cub." She said it softly, not to hurt the little one's feelings, but to stop him from being a bad spy.
Eli huffed.
Sienna chuckled.
