Old Friends

Kumiko snorted. I was never the sort to want children, dearest. And still, the little elven girl was watched from the corner of her eye. She wanted to risk no ire, should the child wind up injured.

Her attention doesn't stray far, and she smirked towards the other, Ah, did I not train you with care, pet? I can do better. Perhaps someone younger, easier to train... Her voice is amused, though there is very little to be amused about in her words.

The dragon is within touching distance of the child, and Ko's dark eyes wander over Aelera for a moment. Mmm, pity. I always did enjoy our games. She purred the words, reaching out with one hand to tug a piece of Cassandra's hair between her fingers.

Next to them, the little elvish girl was attempting to speak draconic, and Kumiko tittered. The child was still learning, and the language was clumsy off her lips. Aelera, let's show Cassandra to Arlathan. She encouraged the child.