Ashia gave the Red a questioning look before shrugging and looked at The'kal again.<span style="color: #808080">"I didnt notice, you could bury me in the snow and i wouldnt get cold."</span>She raised one brow before shaking her head.<span style="color: #808080">"What about Nail? And what about the last ten thousand years? I cant be the only one. It may be a mortal problem but they havent even tried. How many druids and alchemists were working to clense the lands taited by the Legion and Scourge? But they cant spare even one team to try to save hundreds of Greens? And lets be perfectly honest about how the Flights are likely to react to any Dragons like me no matter the color, fear, distrust, hatred... but certainly not acceptance. In fact the only reason we wont be hunted is because they fear you. It wont matter to them that we have superior capabilities and survivability, it wont matter that we will be better able to live with mortals. All they will see is something strange and new sired by a Black."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>