"You don't give pony rides for the neighborhood children, Aedan. It isn't dignified." She hadn't been this angry with Aedan for a long time. Being an Old God wasn't only about knowing magic and changing into a dragon. He had to learn to behave himself, too. He couldn't fall for every pretty face he came across. What possibly could have possessed him to do something so stupid? No. She didn't want to know. "Go inside. Now. And you." She leaned to the side to see around Aedan. "Go home," she told Melora. Next time, she would set the girl on fire. She turned around and started stalking back toward the house.