<span style="color: #404040">"it's not a question of strength but coordination. as you'll recall i am sleep deprived and had a drink, i would hate to fall over with both of you in my arms."</span>Ana giggled and cuddled into Vyre's arms.<span style="color: #404040">"no, i would not enjoy that right now."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"i guess i can wait a while longer for Ashia's sake."</span>Ashia's eyes narrowed and she growled and then shouted at the kitchen. once she was done yelling she huffed and headed for her bedroom muttering about a skinning knife.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4dffa6">"i am aware of his reputation, i spent years with the Horde."</span>he frowned a little and looked at her.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"i know very little abut the different Flights but i do know the Blacks were considered corrupt monsters, the Blues were on the brink of extinction, the Red's were weak enough to be enslaved by Orcs and the Bronze are aloof and speak in riddles. all i know of the Greens is that they exist. wouldn't those kill squads be after her just for being a Black Dragon?"</span><span style="color: #404040"> "if you don't know the facts then shut your mouth Spite! i did not kill the kill squad, The'kal did!"</span>Frank sighed and shook his head.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"perhaps it would be best if we stayed somewhere else until our home can be built... i never want to see you hurt again."</span>he looked at her and shook his head.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"taking care of him wasn't easy and food was hardly plentiful but we made do, hunting and planting extra." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>