"And this…" Alina said gently, drawing a neat triangle on the board with the chalk, "is a triangle. Can anyone tell me something that's shaped like a triangle?"
Her voice echoed softly in the classroom, and for a moment, she thought they might be too focused to respond. She turned around to look at the babies, and her heart melted.
All their little heads were bent forward, concentrating hard on their blank papers. Tiny hands clutched crayons and pencils, and their tongues peeked out from the corners of their lips as they drew with so much focus, like it was the most important task in the world.
Then, slowly, she saw movement.
First, Luna lifted her fluffy little wolf head and tilted it, one ear flicking. She blinked her eyes. "Mountain," she muttered sleepily, holding a purple crayon in her hands..
"Good job, Luna!" Alina smiled brightly.
Drake raised his hand dramatically and said, "My dragon wings! They're like triangles when I stretch out."
