Ysera holds her calm in even the most trying of circumstances.  This, of course, was a trying circumstance.  She had been invaded in her most private of sanctums, taken hostage by their corrupted brother whom she had expected would have slain both her and Alexastraza immediately.  So, when instead they are bound in chains that hold their physical form prone to the earth and their great maws sealed with cold iron muzzles that rob them of their magic, breath, and words?  She was right to fear that the mad scheming had already begun.<br/><br/>Of course, even now, her eyes are closed.  It is a picture of restful serenity that she is an exemplar for even in the darkest of days, though in truth she had no difficulty seeing even with her eyes closed.  She observed the foul creatures that aided her brother, feeling the cold tension in the chains even through her thick emerald scales.  She could not impart the message to her sister not to be afraid so she does through her actions instead as she observes and plans.  They might seem helpless but one crack in the twisted warden's prison and they could make an escape.  Only, of course, if they stayed calm and did not let his banal cruelty provoke them.<br/><br/>The heavy chains rattle as she turns her head as much as she can to where Alexastraza is bound, helpless to do anything but watch.  Even as she tries to discern a weakness, she cannot help but to feel the bud of concern blossoming in her breast.  The anger and rage her dragons must feel, the concerns of her consort.  A deep sadness threatens the serenity though it is held back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>