"it's Sasha" Sasha said, and smiled politely, listening to the backwards and forwards of the conversation, with a soft sigh. Different areas and different cultures had different views, she knew, but she found it amusing with the different perspectives, but did wonder if there was something she was missing about herself, to be termed the most beautiful female. She decided the best option was to just stay quite, unsure of what to say, looking to Kos when Iskra turned away, back to her parents. "Different ages?" 

Jammy nodded, "They will do well with them, I'm sure. They have so far. It must be amazing to have great-grandchildren. You have a great-grandson via Caex and Avera, and Our daughter Nyx and Larek have their egg, and Sasha and Kos are expecting an egg in a few months" Jammy said, "And my other son, who isn't here, is expecting an egg with his mate as well" She added, looking to Marx, thinking that they would have at least three grandchildren with in a few months of each other. "I guess we just need Tran and Hermia, and then that's all of them with children of their own" it was a saddening, yet happy thought to know that. 

Tran smiled, "I believe you have, on several occasions" He said with a chuckle, whispering in reply

"I know" Nyx said, "You told me that to begin with-something about the scars are part of my beauty" She said with a smile, "I'm sure your grandmother is nice, especially if she saved you" She said thoughtfully, shrugging, "But my point was, the stories behind the scars aren't truly interesting. Most were caused by clumsiness, despite the lessons i learned from them" 

Hermia nodded, stretching in the warmth of the sun, enjoying it, and laying down beside Veax, "it is, very much so" She said "It just seems a bit overwhelming in there, without knowing everyone there"