“It sounded like … music? It was coming from somewhere in the mountains nearby, probably another part of the palace. The moonlight cast silver shadows on the peaks around them as all the dragons lifted their faces to the sky. It was music. It was the sound of many voices singing together, but it couldn’t be, because the “voices” sang in the dragon language, rumbling well above and below human registers. How can dragons SING? Leaf thought, shaken. How can they have music? Isn’t music a human thing? Don’t you need a — a soul to make music?”