<span style="color: #666600">"You'll be fine, you can use my powers to heal yourself if you really need it." </span>She started to respond but was interrupted by a piercing screech as Iron took off, the rest of meal held tight in her massive claws.<span style="color: #666600">"I just wouldn't want you to get into a fight with her because you felt she was being disrespectful."</span>A golden barrier suddenly surrounded Ashia but the Dragonling still found herself shoved two feet into the ground from the force of the impact while Iron went tumbling with a shriek of surprise.<span style="color: #666600"> "Sorry, Iron. This one isn't edible. You can eat the other dragons that come here, but this one is mine."</span>Iron shifted into her feathered Elf form and looked at Ashia curiously.<span style="color: #8000ff">"The other thing wasn't good, but I think Whisperia's family would like it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>