Chamomile

“She spotted a cluster of ice structures below them, along the cliff that overlooked the ocean here. “What’s that?” “One of the outer villages,” Lynx said. “Where-the-Terns-Fly, I think.” “I should royally decree that all IceWing villages must have one-word names,” Snowfall said grumpily.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Wrong,” Snowfall snapped. “Objectively wrong. NightWings are NINE THOUSAND PERCENT evil.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Oh, I know!” Cricket said. “Wait, Queen Snowfall, we’re not total strangers! Bumblebee and I had an ancestor from your continent, hundreds of years ago. Doesn’t that help to know? You must have heard of her — we’re descendants of Clearsight!”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“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?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Dragonslayer