Miriam rubbed her temples and let out a puff of golden smoke.<span style="color: #99ff99"> “So… you’re giving me a headache. You’re not making sense and you’re not listening to reason. We’re just going to end up going in circles. You’re convinced one man on the other side of the world has somehow completely derailed your life and is plotting to steal your children by being nice to them.”</span>She looked at the gathered hatchlings who were all watching Ashia talk from their perches on the White dragonling.<span style="color: #99ff99">“I think you need to go get drunk, take a nap, and sleep all of this off. When you have a more level head we can discuss this. And please don’t think that I’m siding with Ras. I’ve never met him. I’m only thinking about my children and what’s best for them.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>