Ancalagon eventually awoke, wondering why he was so warm. At least until he noticed that both of his familiars were with him. Pulling both of his toward him, but softly so not to wake them. He smiled at them, his pleasure at them and their choices radiating as they did warmth. He waited for a while, ignoring his slight discomfort at the hard floor, before he gently licked their snouts. Extricating himself from the twins, he stretched and dressed, before heading to find his primary mate, he had an idea, but wanted to run it by her and see what she thought.<br/><br/>The thought was that he would find the locations where the original ten dragons had 'created' this plane, and tap into the ambient energy that should still reside there. That energy would help him make his own demi-plane, and if he could seal it off from the other planes, at least for a time, he could protect his people. Part of the Dragonfall War's reasons for continuing was the fact that they had servants that would kill the other dragons. Remove them from the equation, or at least the fact that they were practically disposable, and the war would slow, if not completely stop.