Vyre nodded and while she had no trouble getting the three exhausted White hatchlings gathered at Ashia’s feet, her attempts to capture the Black were considerably less successful. The child hissed and gurgled happily as she teleported around Vyre fast enough to put her mother to shame. This went on for several minutes before Vyre stopped and let out a warning snarl. The child slowly crawled over to flopped over in submission so Vyre could pick her up.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Cute little brat. I wonder if Ras knows a better way to wrangle her.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“Oh, I’m still beyond terrified and doubting myself. But I have a reason to suppress that fear fear and doubt, and that’s to take care of you and maybe court Isabelle. But you are my priority.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>