A joyous audience member is forever welcome in the Guardian's mind. They light up, sending the last child on her way with a hearty clap that nearly topples her over. Neither child nor grown Draconum notice.

"You liked it?"

Their smile is bright and sincere, and they hold the lyre with obvious fondness.

"You speak like a writer yourself. Between us, I'll admit my music is mostly for the kids. I've got a few songs that aren't, but well... my audience is of a certain age, as you can see."

Sadly, support amongst the adult population has proven a bit less enthusiastic.