<span style="color: #404040">"probably not but i like to remind myself how tough you are."</span>she chuckled a little and looked at the kids.<span style="color: #404040">"i am sure she is fine, she would have made a whole lot more noise if she really hurt herself and i would have smelled a difference in her scent. Dragon Whelps do fly incredibly early so they have to be durable enough to take some bumps."</span><br/><br/>Rayne and Jass had been at his house for a while now and he was packing a few things, leaving her in the living room while he did it. the walls and the halls had been lined with pictures, depicting a very pretty but far more muscular Eagallan woman with black plumage and their children. the girl had taken after her father but the boy had looked just like his mother. there were enough pictures to see their whole life, a stunningly happy one compared to anything Rayne would have even heard of. now she sat alone in the living room looking at an incredibly complex compound bow decorated with feathers and stripes, the strings were slashed and hanging useless, likely from his wife's last hunt when she died. above that was a larger picture of her with a black ribbon decorating the upper right corner and she was flanked by what is likely the last photos of their children decorated in the same manner. he had mostly recovered from yesterday, telling happy tales as he had given her the tour of his four story house, likely two thirds the size of Isabell's. he came back in about twenty minutes later with a large bag and smiled.<span style="color: #b3b300">"so, other then my wife's trophy room and my bedroom you have seen just about everything... you about ready to get home?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>