<span style="color: #b3b300">“Well I called him repeatedly so yeah, I’d argue that counts. I’ll have to find an unbiased recount of what happened between Ras and the Dragonlings. Your hatred of him will taint your telling, Leeta is scared of him, and he doesn’t seem to like her.” </span>He let out and sigh and nodded. He conjured a sheet of parchment and left a note apologizing to Leeta and asking her to reach out to him when she read the letter.<span style="color: #b3b300"> “I guess we should go then.”</span><br/><br/>Chiren yelled and struggled when she was picked up.<span style="color: #9999ff"> “No! You bad Momma! Poppa Ras! Help! Save Chi-chi!” </span>When Ashia teleported she would find Emily walking along the plains of Mulgore with her wings spread to bask in the sun. She looked back at Ashia and frowned as she took the now screaming Chiren.<span style="color: #99ccff">“I think it would be smarter to stop letting you near her. She’s always in a bad mood when you bring her to me.” </span>Darkness rolled across them as Ras appeared with shadows forming around his feet as he walked towards them. “Chiren, what did your mother say about crying like that?” Emily looked at Ashia then walked over to hand Chiren to him, the hatchling sniffling and burying her face in his shoulder. The shadows faded and Ras used his free hand to stroke Chiren’s back. “Ashia, can we come to a truce for her sake? I know I’m not really in the position to ask you for anything but I’d like this animosity between us to end.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>