Social Conundrums, Part I
By Renee Hughes Anne's large golden eyes gazed at the glimmering filaments. These delicate strands crisscrossed everywhere she looked in what philosophers called the garden. Each minuscule string vibrated with immeasurable energy creating what Little Dragons believed were the most beautiful sounds in the universe. Although the primary color of the place was white, the music would bring in others. Glowing white filaments would change hue for a brief second followed by another and then another. A whole sequence of breathtaking rainbow colors would then flicker throughout the space. There was nothing like the garden in the world, an epicenter of peace, beauty and unlimited power existing out of time and space. Anne could only enter it in one form that of the dragon. She lifted her long neck and stretched out her iridescent wings. It had been a long day. Anne hoped the place could give her troubles perspective. Little Dragons have been coming here ever since they evolved enough to