Aurthur was resting. While he slowly regained his strength, the little dragoness had taken over day to day chores.

The wyverns needed to be fed, as did the herds at the ranch. From the moment she rose. The little dragon tended the hatchlings and children that remained with them, until it was time to travel.

Sun up to sun down there always something to do. The gardens were carefully tended with a discerning claw, while Damean watched from his perch overhead.

The guard would rarely leave his post. A nod of her horned head to the dark one, before finally slipping back inside. The frigid waters felt good upon her scales, helping to keep her cool as she slipped further back inside the lair. Peeking in on the little ones, she smiled, before disappearing within her own chambers.

Aurthur. ::A nuzzle was given to her mate as she slid beside her beloved, entwining her tail with his. It would not take very long until she was soundly slumbering.