(Hmm. Iskara. Might be a name for one of Iskra's daughters. I know that was a typo, but it might be useful. Adykon has sisters, after all. Thanks!)

Iskra turned to Sasha. "And she is... your wife. Right, Kos?"

Kos nodded, not sure if Sasha heard her. "That's right, grandmother. She is." He replied. 

The old female smiled. "Seems like my strongest grandchild found the prettiest female in her family." She was something of an old-fashioned dracon from a backwater area. There, the people were relatively unsophisticated, and often chose mates based on shallow things, like appearances. 

"Well, yes, grandmother, but it's more than just my muscle and her looks" Kos replied.

She gave a little snort. "Nonsense, my boy. You are the strongest of the young males here, she's the most beautiful female around. What's not to understand?"

Kos had to stifle the urge to raise his voice, doing his best to remember that this was his grandmother. "While I see where you are coming from, there are other considerations. If I was just interested in looks, there were other females. Sasha isn't like those females. She's smart, bold, and patient. And she understands me as being more than just a large pile of scales and muscles." 

Iskra nodded, giving him a 'whatever' look, then she turned to Marx and Jammy. "Yes, what was that? Oh, right. I'm glad you taught your daughters, Jammy. I'm sure they'll look after my grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. You know, I already have some great-grandchildren from my older sons and daughters. Adykon isn't the oldest in his family, you know."

Orna gave Tran a squeeze back. "Did anyone tell you how nice you look without that shirt on?" she whispered, so that only he could hear.

"Well, it doesn't matter much to me. I know female skin doesn't scar much in our species, but that doesn't mean females with those things don't exist. I don't think anyone here would judge you on it. Well, maybe my grandmother, but you have to bear with her. She's rather set in her ways, but she can be very nice. You know, she once saved me from an attack on my father's farm. I was only ten at the time. That's how I got those acid burns on the calves of my legs. Oh, did I ever mention that? It didn't leave many scars, but if you look closely at my calves, you'll see something there."

Veax led Hermia outside, near a tree. 

"Much better out here, isn't it, my love?" he said, lying on the grass, on his stomach.