Quote Rosethorn:<br/>Iranem smiled softly. Her large scaled lips pulled gently over her ivory teeth. Warmth glowed from her eyes as she watched the younge ones romp togeather. Their small wings flapping hard as they rose a few feet off the ground then dived back at each other. Lowering her head so she could watch them at their own level she noticed something wrong. â€œWhere is Ernem?â€ She questioned her yellow eyes clouding with conceren. The small black dragon was her grandson. The young ones were usually always togeather, it was strange to see one of them missing. Escpecially the exuberant two hundred year old.<br/><br/>Looking around she raised her head and peered around. â€œTeyem. Where is your son.â€ She inquired waching as the pale blue dragon made her way twoards her. â€œHe was playing with the others an hour ago.â€ Frowing to her daughter she turned and slowley made her way to the cliff face. Arching her neck over the edge she cocked her head and looked around. Parting her lips she let a high peircing whistle pierce the air. Calling all the dragons in her colony to the area.<br/><br/>If a younge one was missing all of her family would want to know. Pacing along the cliffside she buried herself in her thoughts until she heard the beating of large wings. Air dust and leaves blew around her as the others landed around her. Nodding to each as they folded their wings and nodded back to her. Some of the younger ones bowed onto their knees. Her kind eyes held a sorrow with the sad news she held. But hope was still in her heart as she watched the other elders land beside her.<br/><br/>OOC: In my mind 200 for dragons is like ten for humans