"Ages? Oh, you mean, how old is my grandmother?" Kos asked. "Also... wait a minute..." Kosjurec walked over to Iskra. "Grandmother, didn't you notice anything unusual about Sasha?"

"What do you mean? She doesn't have any scars, does she? Like Nyx? If she does, tell her that she should get those removed. It's very unbecoming for a female" Iskra replied. 

Kos let that slide. "You realize my wife is gravid, right? I'm going to be a father. In fact, I'm already a father, it's just that our child is still growing in her womb."

"Yeah? I thought you said you had something unusual to report. A gravid female? That's nothing special. Do you know how many times I've been gravid? How many eggs I've laid? Want to guess how many actually hatched? Or how many children I've had to bury? It took me years, but I replaced every egg and child who didn't make it. What do you have to say to that?" the old female tapped her right foot on the floor, waiting for a response. 

"Grandmother, don't you care about... ah, never mind." Kos walked back to his wife. "You'll have to overlook Iskra's attitudes. She's really set in her ways, and she's had a hard life. I'm sorry if she hasn't been all that polite with you."

Iskra turned back to Marx and Jammy. "You have another son? What's he like? I trust he's been married off to whoever he's expected the egg from. And I will say, if he's anything like Tran, your other son is also a fine male."

Orna just smiled back, waiting for the tour to begin.

"Well, learning how to fight is interesting, especially when the one learning it is doing so in defiance of what is expected of her" Larek assured Nyx. 

Veax nodded, turning onto his back. "I'm sorry if I seem so insecure. I really don't mean to pull us away from the others, Hermia. Some days, I think I was meant to have been born a dragon, but wound up in a dracon's body instead. I've never been much for big crowds. Like a lot of dragons, I prefer the shelter of my 'cave' and company of my mate to large gatherings."