Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.

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Trisha gave Iranda a soft smile, "Sorry to bother you about this, but the children were insistent."

Iranda returned her friend's smile, "It's not a bother at all! I'm happy they want to hear me play."

As Iranda was one of the very few on the Explorer who knew about instruments and could actually play the antique piano, Trisha's class had apparently begged her to ask Iranda to give them a tiny concert of sorts 'for a live History lesson'.

So Trisha had met with Iranda for lunch to discuss it. So far, they had it worked out that Iranda would play, then the students would discuss what they'd liked about it afterwards.

The other blonde woman laughed a little, "You're so good with kids Iranda! It's amazing!"

Iranda's smile faltered, "Well, I do have little ones of my own back home, though I bet they're no longer so little by now..."

Trisha winced, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."

Iranda shook her head, "No, it's fine. I'd rather think about them in a positive light anyway than stay depressed."

Taking the unsaid cue, the teacher asked curiously, "So what are your children like? I know about your husband a little but..."

The librarian sighed, "Aaron is a wonderful man, that goes without saying. As for our children, I had...have five."

Trisha's eyebrows shot up in disbelief, "Really?"

Iranda nodded, her voice filled with nostalgia as she spoke, "Dram is our eldest. Though we adopted him in after he lost his home, I've always considered him my own child. He'd always follow Aaron around whenever he wasn't helping me with his siblings. I wonder what he's up to now... After him is Z'neth, my eldest from Aaron. He was always such a studious and helpful boy! I wonder if he followed his father's footsteps partially and became a researcher..."

Letting out a sigh, Iranda continued on, "Summit came next, my little mischief maker! He was always up to something when he wasn't being watched! He had a good sense of right and wrong though, so I bet he joined the dragonators. Then there's my only daughter, Apex. She had Aaron's stubbornness and my patience, so I wonder what she's doing now, probably a researcher if not a caretaker for the biospheres. She always did have a soft spot for animals after all."

She stopped then and Trisha took in what she'd been told. After a minute, she frowned and hesitantly asked, "And your last child?"

Iranda sighed, her voice going soft now, "My baby, Peak. He was such a good baby too. He barely cried and loved being held."

She paused to dab gently at her eyes with a napkin, "He was only about five months old when I left. I can only hope he's doing alright but I know he is, because his siblings are with him as is Aaron."

Trisha reached over to gently pat Iranda's other hand, clearly uncertain how to proceed from here. Iranda spared her the trouble and changed the subject herself. Visibly collecting herself, she asked her friend, "So, did your students have anything specific they wanted me to play or would a general selection be fine?"

Grateful for the subject change, Trisha dove into it, working out the plans for the event with Iranda.