Artair giggles as he is petted like that, gently rubbing back at her nose. How Oscurin could be jealous of him, he would never be able to imagine: a shrunken fox with a missing arm, killable in hundreds upon hundreds of ways by accident in this room alone. But he was happy now, and that was reason enough.<br/><br/>Glade ponders for a second. "No'Coure lost his memory and came to me with a 'friend' of mine to get it restored, and I retrieved a girl from this 'friend's' possession, I think that's all," she replies.<br/><br/>"It's alright. I forget sometimes that not all dragons treated you well in the past based purely on your size, and I humbly apologise for any part I may have played in that," he says solemnly.<br/><br/>(Where do you want the No'Coure/Blizzard story to go?)