Snippet #2152700

Kaspartha exhaled a breathe she hadn't known she was holding. They may not like her but [i[at least[/i] they had offered their names. That was a start right? ...Right?

Kaspartha listened intently to Hevel's account of his relationship with his parents and began to pity him if only a bit. Did dragons pay attention to their children? Surely they must?

"I don't think the others have met all of their parents yet because they're fighting."

Kaspartha frowned at Hevel's words. Were the hatchlings fighting or were the adults fighting? She decided to ask as much.

"Tell me Hevel, who exactly is fighting, and over what for that matter." She wasn't quite sure Hevel could answer the second question. For some reason she had a feeling he was a bit... Self-absorbed. Not to the point of a detrimental fault, at least not yet.