Vyre seemed to be on the verge of tears when Ashia looked at her.<span style="color: #5900b3">“I don’t understand. When he held your daughter he looked like a father, like the kind and caring man I know him as, but when he looked at you it all went away... what happened to him? Why does he hate you so much yet treat your wildest daughter like she’s his own?” </span>She looked at the Black hatchling who had been bundled up with great care and sleeping soundly.<span style="color: #5900b3">“That’s not the Ras I know and love but I can’t deny what I saw.” </span>The Blue hatchling stared up at Vyre with her wide eyes and hissed at her before flopping over and nuzzling against her. Nail stepped through the shadows with a low grumble.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">“One minute she’s running around the grass the next she’s in that damn mansion and I can’t track her anymore. How did you get her to sit still long enough to wrap her up like that?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>