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@baresteeth      well,    that seems to be the way of things.    but yes,   we are expecting another heir

@draqeirs,       for someone who had been so rude from the beginning, you’d think you would feel more apologetic. at least for a second longer.

@ivampsuckyerblood       right..   my apologies.   yet i also don’t give a damn what you are.

but i’m a man.

@draqeirs,         i believe i’m free to walk where i please. this is only a nature trail, after all. unless that’s off limits now too—though it’s strange.

@odetosin      quite frankly,   there is.    you have no business here.

@draqeirs 
            
            “Refuge from what, exactly?”

@princessloss       well..    we are in the woods,    but i’m merely seeking refuge for the night.   

@townsprincess       perhaps it’s because i’m merely passing through.

@draqeirs,      we won’t give the men dragons.  [she knew exactly what he meant.  it was brought to her a hundred times by the mesyrs and malren amongst that sisterhood as well.  even though they stood behind her on this thought,   it was something to keep her eyes open for and her mind constantly thinking.   her nails tapped once against the polished ruby wood of the table.    then she stands,   steps closing the distance between her and the great window of the study. there, was her youngest son—-and his dragon who was much bigger now, engaging in a game of fetch.]     we’ll give it to the children.   [it’s spoken aloud as she thinks,    enough for only her to here.  and when that seed is planted in her heart. she whips around beaming]    the children.      men are too corrupt—even the women, if we give them to the adults it will surely be a disaster but if we start with the children..  and be strict with their learning—they may as well be the first generation in ten thousand years to have dragons and then in time their children and by extension the children of those children.    

@likeholy      [his jaw tightens,   his gaze drifting to the empty sky as if envisioning it teeming with dragons once more.    however he studies her carefully,   a dark yet contemplative gleam within his gaze.   when he finally speaks up,   his voice is measured with both intrigue and warning]    you’re asking me to hand fire and fury to those who’ve never known power.   commoners with dragons..    it’s a risk,    leanna. one that could burn us all.     give a man a dragon,     and he’ll think himself a king.    give a hundred men dragons,    and you’ll find yourself surrounded by fools with flames and ambition.    [he pauses,   eyes searching hers.   the subtle resolve in her expression softens something in him.   so his tone shifts,   more controlled and resigned with utmost support despite his own weariness]    but—    if this is how you wish to see your—   /our/  home flourish with dragons once again,   then so be it,   and i will do whatever you ask of me.    but know this.    once you teach a man to fly,   you can’t make him forget the sky.

@draqeirs ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[perhaps it was far fetched. enlightened by the histories of when there were more like him and herself.  families—powerful ones,    each of them on the backs of dragons.    it made her wonder what life was like before the civil war,  how drakael was when the dragons populated the skies like birds.  leanna wanted that.   she wanted her home to be restored to it’s proper glory—the right way, and with the right teaching.]   ignore the noble houses.       i think,    we should start with the commoners—at least a good number as a test.

...it is a challenge i welcome, one where i do not care about the consequences.  

@wingedfyre      careful,  boy.     we wouldn’t want one of us doing something we may regret.

@draqeirs,            what, you plannin’ to spear me with that? 

@6THEYES      quite frankly,    i don’t give a damn.    so either you get on his back,   or die

@exilesreign      careful now.   it is easy to invite death when you don’t know its face.   and mine is far less forgiving than you’d imagine.   [HE LEANS FORWARD WITH A DRY LAUGH,   HIS HAND GRIPPING ALONG THE OBSIDIAN HANDLE OF HIS SWORD.   GREEN HUES AS COLD AS THE HARSH WINDS OF THE NORTH AS HIS TONE DEVOID OF WARMTH]    you’re rather bold,   i’d tell you to pray they don’t reach my ears again,   but i doubt the gods would hear you where i’d send you.

perhaps not,  but there are probably other things out there that could.  who knows.  do you want to test that theory out?  i wouldn't hesitate to help you with that.

@exilesreign      you humor me.    you think a sword,    of all things,    will hurt me?