the disguised hatchling touched or tried to grab Vyre's face, it was hard to tell with such young, uncoordinated limbs.<span style="color: #003366">"i dunno, i don't see anything hanging over the crib, where are the baby's first stars and moons? i have yours still, i could pop to my house to get them." </span>Ashia looked at the crib and then to Sharindia with a confused frown.<span style="color: #003366">"i might need to dust them quick but they are vintage crystal and blessed Moonsilver befitting a child of our blood."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian frowned and shook his head.<span style="color: #006600">"in that case I'm afraid i must decline. with or without souls i will not have people harmed merely for me to demonstrate my skills. Order may define whether someone is a person or a abacus by whether or not they have a soul but i am more generous. my mother's lineage has been carefully accruing money since before the rise of Azshara, i could buy Darkshire but i appreciate your concern."</span>he knocked on the door and a stressed young woman opened the door and stepped back. "doctor?"<span style="color: #006600">"yes sweety, where is your mama?"</span>"she's with papa..."<span style="color: #006600">"ah. may i come in? i have new medicines. and i need your brother to hold the horse for me."</span>the thirteen year old child nodded and stepped back. "billy, go hold the doctor's horse for him!" a ten year old came out nervously and shook his head making his sister stamp her foot. "you hold that horse or you won't get no supper!" Ophidian sighed and headed inside while the boy did as he was told. for the next ten minutes he very carefully administered the medicine and taught the girl how to administer the others as prescribed by Animus' book. he kept patiently explaining it over and over until she could recite it back to him without a mistake and then left her enough to treat both of her parents who were so desperate and exhausted that they didn't even give him a dirty look. this process repeated in house after house, his patience never once slipping with whatever person he was instructing as they worked their way towards Darkshire.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>