Devaguea was generally impressed by the blue's attention to detail, though after a month he still hit her with an area disjunction just to make sure she really WASN'T a copper disguised as a blue dragon. Still, by the time the first snows were due, she would be presented with Pridemoore to run as its Viceroy. He made no threats, as Fynnyntyss had 'helped' as Devaguea and Nyrissa had taken apart of a moderate tribe of frost trolls that had tried to raid his southern most territories, a couple druids and shaman among them bringing unseasonable snows to pave the way. Sadly for them, Nyrissa was well attuned to the lands, and the sudden jump from early Fall to full on dead of Winter had gotten her attention faster than almost anything else could, so the three of them had headed out to... 'greet' their visitors.<br/><br/>Still, with Fynnyntyss now proving her loyalty without immediate supervision, the snows nearly upon them, the wedding gifts already picked and crafted, he was ready for finding his mother, or at least starting to look for the Caravan in the First World.