There was something about Nat taking off his ring that made the whole affair seem a bit more like acting, and Kate had to resist the impulse to tuck her prop away with his.  She wouldn't be wrestling with the dragons though, so there was really no need.  With her feet crammed into borrowed shoes--a little small but not the most uncomfortable shoes she'd ever worn--she started down the trail with her husband.  His fingers were entwined with hers, and she leaned into him for his warmth as they walked.

"I was thinking in April or May we could take a honeymoon,"

She handed over her coat looking thoughtful.  "That might be fun.  My birthday is in May, and I do like to travel.  Meet new people, see something you've never seen before, it's exciting."  Of course, that sort of summed up her entire life right now, so maybe it wasn't as exciting as it would have been  year or two ago.

She was just beginning to take note of the inside of the barn when one of Nat's coworkers swooped down upon them.  She seemed angry, although Kate wasn't sure why.  She resisted the impulse to hold out her hand. 

"They can't actually eat you. Even the Welshes aren't big enough to eat you, yet. And they're seven months today."

"I'm not worried."  Kate promised, "although she looked like she might be willing to chop you in ity bity pieces and let them try.  Are ya'll fighting?"

Whatever his feelings about the fellow keepers, Nat fair hummed with excitement as they looked in on the dragons.  Looking at them caused the young woman to draw her breath.  She'd never imagined so many dragons in one place. They were small, sure, but the Welsh Greens already stood nearly as tall as she did, the boys snapping and tumbling and darting as they played, the girls seeming more cautious about their movements.  His children, he'd called them.  She didn't doubt it.  Kate supposed that made her the evil stepmother.  "They're lovely Nat.  Magnificent."  One of the boys?  She thought it was one of the boys, let out a smoky hiss and then fair strutted around the inclosure, obviously proud of himself. 

Kate squeezed his arm and went up on tip toe to whisper  "Do you have a favorite then?  I won't tell."