"No you haven't, but I am honored you think of me in such a way." Anuriel said.  In a true motherly fashion, she said "You'll have to find a  wife one day and make little future rulers." Anuriel knew full well that this would likely be far off,  if it ever did happen. She mused that perhaps it wasn't so important that either ruler of each kingdom have a successor,  after all they were a nearly extinct species on a hostile planet and thier only home now being a burnt out husk after a supernova wiping it out.  She shook her head,  those rainy day thoughts simply would not do. 

Anuriel turned her thoughts back to the dragonlets. "One of my ancestors way back was a dragon rider, must have been over a thousand years ago now. He passed down a tome  of dragon lore. Perhaps you would like it,  seeing as you are now King Sephiroth Dov-bormah. A demon king has not held that title for quite some time. I suppose Grim would know when the last demon king held the title of Dov-bormah. You lead the dov now. "

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There are two things those of the feathered variety can do - they will either flatten thier plumage for fluff it up. Damien's feathers done the second thing. Once he gathered T'vor wasn't going to harm him right then his feathers slowly went back to normal. "Thank you sir. "