<span style="color: #0080ff">"Just keep that water handy and you should be fine. Probably. It'll constantly refill itself and stay as cold as a Northrend glacier as long as you're near me." </span>She nodded and squeezed Frank's hand softly as she followed her nose but also let Frank explore.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "Hey, that's her."</span>She nodded towards the disguised dragonling and followed after her.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "Elf bitch? Vyre? She just shit out your next sibling, so I'm guessing she never bothered to pass on your message. And your mother didn't send me. In fact she recently broke my nose because I wanted to give my hatchling a better life than what she could have offered. My mate and I are actually hoping to learn more about dragonlings and I can't track your dumb ass brother so you're the only other option. I'm new to the whole... two legs thing, my sisters and I were all transformed into dragonlings of various colors along with our Mistress. My mate, Frank, and I want to know what to expect raising a dragonling child or possibly more than one."</span>She conjured a gem encrusted tome and let it float above her hand.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "I don't know if you can read, but this could sell for quite a pretty copper. And it's yours if you're willing to answer our questions. I am Lexanagosa, but you may call me Emily. What name do you go by?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>