Flora smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #00ff00">"you'll see me in different colors come fall. don't mistake a sense of obligation as actual care, she understand that she should care and she might act on that understanding but i know more about her then you do... i've heard and watched her actions all my life."</span><br/><br/>Ashia smirked and shrugged.<span style="color: #404040">"i was born a Dragon and only my body has changed. a whelp is a whelp and a small dragon is a drake, Dragonling is the only thing i can think of to describe my species. if you have a better suggestion by all means share it."</span>she shook her head with a frown.<span style="color: #404040">"you seem to think my children are like mortal children but they only look like them. shortly after they are off the tit they start wanting to take care of themselves like whelps do... they have been known to start hunting and eating small game on their own, running away to take care of themselves, quite successfully i might add. in fact before they were slaughtered most of them told me how much they hated their mortal parents for smothering them with care and attention... my oldest son worshiped the ground i walked on because i visited him three times while he was growing up and i only found my surviving daughter once during her childhood and she was willing to piss you off to get to me. i could visit each child once a year and not only will they love me but i will be a thousand times the parent any Dragon has ever been. if i visit any child we have twice a week they would likely resent me for it... honestly i'm more worried about the mothers then the children, they have no idea what they are getting into, but that is kinda the norm for mortal parents isn't it?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>