"Astiria, why don't you fly Jade home. We don't need her ruining this trip for Amber and Relene." Astiria nodded as Ras picked up his children and handed the hatchling back to the Flight Master. The Huntress tapped Jade on the shoulder and motioned her to the Wind Rider.<span style="color: violet">"Do you want to go home? I'll fly you back, but if what Ras said about Elune and your mother is true they may not be able to spend much time with you. So it'd just be you and your rat."</span><br/><br/>Vyre stepped away from Ashia and walked around the bodies, looking over them with morbid curiosity and an unreadable expression.<span style="color: purple">"Ras would never let you take over the city, last I heard he was already looking for a reason to end you, and if I heard it there's a good chance Nalo knows too. I dunno, I don't think she has any involvement in this, but I suppose it doesn't matter, does it? They're dead and they're not coming back."</span>She focused for a moment and soon a red spear appeared her in hands, flaming from both ends and pulsing with draconic might.<span style="color: purple">"This is the first time I've ever actually use this spell, but I know it'll work. From life, death. And from death, life."</span>She began to spin the blade around her while whispering an ancient incantation. With a shout she drove the blade into the ground then walked away. Nothing happened at first, but soon large roots began to rise up and slowly wrapped around the bodies. Aside from the occasional crack of scale or bone, the bodies were swiftly and silently consumed by the earth and in their place small black sprouts rose.<span style="color: purple"> "There, instead of burying and leaving them to rot in a hole the earth can use their bodies in a more meaningful way." </span>She leaned against Ashia and closed her eyes for a moment.<span style="color: purple"> "I'm so torn inside. Part of me was happy to see so many dead dragons but... then there's another part that was saddened by the pointless loss of so many lives, not to mention the trauma their mothers must have suffered through. Having children forced on them then to just have them slaughtered." </span>Vyre shook her head and righted herself.<span style="color: purple">"We should bring our children here when the sprouts become trees, I'm curious to see what it'll look like in the future."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>