The dragon was still a bit off.., so much happening at once, the riots, a missing daughter, a son losing himself to the rage within, and finally the deaths of her son and grandchild.

She would do then what was needed. Moving quietly down a long corridor in the lair, she slipped into one of the many extra rooms, one where there was nothing save a blanket.

Circling once, twice, pushing all thoughts from her head, or trying to at least, some things just didn't want to leave.

Another shakey breath, remembering what her niece had told her. She did need to stop taking on so much.

The crystals imbedded in the walls pulsed faintly with a pale blue glow as she settled onto the blanket, belly first.

Still she made not a sound, she wouldn't risk waking the hatchlings or her mate.

Her breathing started getting better, and not so shakey as her mind shield started taking over, it had always been up, she never left herself unguarded anymore.

Now it was helping to ease a troubled mind, she had been close to the edge, to the point of breaking.

She was strong, she wouldn't break. Coiling up on the blanket, she stretched her serpentine neck out on the floor, absently watching the crystals pulse, the pale light soothing for a yet troubled mind.

Soon then, she coiled up, her tail coming to rest upon her snout, and slowly, her ice blue eyes drifted closed.

The dragoness's breathing would steady itself out as she slipped into slumber, something well needed.

It would be days before she'd wake again.

::She would find her mate waiting for her at the lair's entrance. He had been doing his own grieving, alone, but no more. They had lost a son and a grandchild, and he had withdrawn himself in his grief, much to his regret, and his shame.::

"My love, let us fly together........We need speak no words of what has passed, my love, but both of our hearts are heavy. Fly with me, and let us grieve together."

::He purred softly as he was nuzzled. They had been through a lot in recent weeks, and they both needed this. He kissed her tenderly before nuzzling her neck.:: I think a hunt sounds like a good idea. We are running short on food, and the hatchlings are eating more and more.......I know neither of us is full strength, but I think with both of us, we can take down a few wyvern to replenish our supply. ::He knew that she loved wyvern meat, and a good hunt would not erase their minds of what had happened, but it would certainly be a good distraction for them both.::

"While I agree there is pleanty of game about, I don't THINK we can bring a few down, I KNOW we can. Together, there isn't a force that can stand up to the both of us. We may be mourning, but if anything, that will make us all the stronger, not weaker."