Emily growled low when Frank was commanded to close the door and she returned to her normal form as well.<span style="color: #0080ff"> “If it makes you feel any better I gave her a nice, arcane charged knee to the uterus the day after she laid her egg. She won’t be walking without help for a while.” </span>She snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #0080ff">“She was given a collection of us but hates us. The Eternal who turned us into dragonlings made us all different. Nail, the Black, has no wings but is as physically strong as your mother if not more so and teleports using smoke. The Red is practically brimming with fertility as you would expect. The Green is a powerful healer capable of dispelling the Nightmare and its corruption. My breath is infinite and more destructive and my magical reservoirs are bottomless but I’m smaller and more fragile. And instead of a Bronze she was given a White dragonling who can mimic any other dragon around her and change color to match her surroundings on a whim. I’ll have to invite you over to meet them some time, Salterria.” </span>She offered a friendly smile and conjured another book to start writing down what the other dragonling said.<span style="color: #0080ff"> “I see, I see… my current hatchling looks like a normal dragon whelp but her mind is developing much faster. But when I have a child with Frank it would hatch looking like a Human then? Hm, that is fascinating.”</span>Her tail started to swish behind her as she learned new information.<span style="color: #0080ff"> “Well your mother is a moron. We both want what’s best for our children, and for a Blue that is a home in Dalaran to learn from the best. That is unfortunate about the heat thing, give it like, eh, thirty or so years and you’ll have a sizable selection of dragonling mates to handle your needs. I do appreciate your taking the time to talk to us, I really do only want to give your siblings the best chance in this world.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>