Rhavir sighs. "The dragons arent fading away so much as refusing to expand our blood. Very few of our species mates with any outside of our race thinking that doing so is polluting the blood of the dragons and will make us weak." He said, watching as Arkain rose Zearo higher in the air before letting him drop suddenly. He chuckled to himself before looking up and seeing him right above him. He grunts slightly as Zearo drops into his lap. "Well hello there."