His mate nods, I will retrieve them, then. However...
Her voice changes to a growl, and she gives Rose the mother of all death glares. If you harm them, you will regret it. I do not care how immortal you may be. You will regret it.
She gets a little nuzzle from her mate, for her trouble. Then she and said mate crumple back to human form - and go to retrieve children. Procellor holds the door, while she does the actual retrieval. They've stopped caring about freaking out the locals, and just leave the kids in dragon form rather than putting them under illusions, though the dragonness herself has to in order to fit through the door.
They return, hatchlings in tow. They're no bigger than four feet tall, all of them. In comparison to their parents, they're adorable.
One is a lighter grey than its father, another is a deep purple with swirling designs decorating its scales, and the last is a sort of black that changes to a blue in certain types of light. Each of them looks quite innocent. Also, cute.
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Her voice changes to a growl, and she gives Rose the mother of all death glares. If you harm them, you will regret it. I do not care how immortal you may be. You will regret it.
She gets a little nuzzle from her mate, for her trouble. Then she and said mate crumple back to human form - and go to retrieve children. Procellor holds the door, while she does the actual retrieval. They've stopped caring about freaking out the locals, and just leave the kids in dragon form rather than putting them under illusions, though the dragonness herself has to in order to fit through the door.
They return, hatchlings in tow. They're no bigger than four feet tall, all of them. In comparison to their parents, they're adorable.
One is a lighter grey than its father, another is a deep purple with swirling designs decorating its scales, and the last is a sort of black that changes to a blue in certain types of light. Each of them looks quite innocent. Also, cute.