She'd watched other young dragons become adults. It kind of came with the job, or at least it did now. Somehow she'd managed to turn being the Dragon Lord into becoming dragonkind's collective mother. In all of those cases, though, there'd never been a moment when she didn't still see them as one of the kids. Smolder was a good example, really. She'd grown to be a pretty dragoness, but to Ember, she was still Garble's kid sister. It would never cross her mind to be interested in her, and in fact the thought made her immediately queasy.