The problem with letting Warlords join the Parent-Teacher Association was that they treated every single school event like a territorial dispute.
It started innocently enough. We were standing in the courtyard of Unity Academy, reviewing the sign-up sheet for the annual Spring Bake Sale. I was penciling in my name for two dozen dragon-breath tartlets when Lady Vesper, a tall, incredibly snooty Crane-kin mother, walked over.
She looked at our chaotic little family unit. Rurik was currently letting Vali use his massive arm as a jungle gym. Cassian was lecturing Jasper on the architectural flaws of the school fountain. Caspian was holding Orion, gently keeping our son from jumping into said fountain.
Lady Vesper gave a polite, condescending little laugh, fluttering her feathered fan.
