"Both chromatic and metallic? You tread a dangerous line, Draiss. You should know that when they mix, they grow unstable, both mentally and physically. I know you had no choice with the eggs you protected, and I don't fault you for protecting them... but encouraging them to be created is dangerous." The full-sized dragon stares down at him; not intimidating, but concerned. Aviendha doesn't react, externally, to his comment, but she gives the mental equivalent of tightening her hand on his arm, not having been aware of that, herself.