Riven smiled. "I attribute that to sheer dumb luck and very good healers. I got quite a few scars from that fight." He dips his head when Wrath says that he is the only one of his kind. "I am sorry to hear that. My people still tell stories about dragons like you from days before the war." The elves usually kept such things as stories alive by mouth rather than writing. They use writing for such things as business and birth records.<br/><br/>"It wouldn't surprise me if I see your father at your two's wedding and he claps me on the back before asking how I've been doing while calling me a crazy old elf," Riven says with a smirk. Queen Dae, catching the look Doragon had given Talia, and feeling worn out from standing so long decides to save the prince. "I do believe the meal should be ready and set it out by now.<br/><br/>A couple low tables are set in a different room with various dishes. Riven and Dae sit almost touching each others knees, and sometimes feed each other a morsel from their plates. Dishes are passed around for individuals to take what they want. Sometimes Talia's sisters feed each other as well. "Feeding each other is sort of an intimate way to show you care and trust someone," Talia explains quietly. "For more formal meals there are courses, but this is just straight to the point," she explains before taking a bite.