Emily offered the child to Frank who stars unblinking at him like she had her mother.<span style="color: #4dffff">"She's a dragon, I think, even if the spell hit her it would only make her mildly unhappy. She's probably more bothered by me blowing away her smoke than anything." </span>She smiled a little and gently patted one of her eggs.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Dragons aren't as fragile as warm blooded children, plus we eat our own in a pinch. Ashia's attachment to her children isn't normal but it is admirable and something I would like to mimic and teach to my own when they hatch."</span>When Frank took the child Nail came eruoting out of the shadows with an earth shaking roar but she was turned into a sheep and tumbled harmlessly into Frank's leg and a bleat of surprise.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Frank says he's a farmer, lose the attitude or I'll ask him to shear you and cook you for dinner. What do you think, Frank? I bet the hatchlings would look cute in little woolen sweaters." </span>Nail glared at her sister but could only bleat in displeasure.<span style="color: #4dffff">"I bet Ruby's whelp would love to chase you. In fact let's see what happens."</span>She fired a flare out of the chamber and after a moment Frank would hear excited chirping and the scrapping of claws and scales on stone. Soon the chamber was filled with the sounds of a terrified sheep and three little dragonlings tripping over themselves trying to catch it. Despite all the commotion the black dragonling never moved her gaze from Frank but she was touching his skin and clothes curiously.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>