Calia lowered her eyelids. "I understand." She had an expected disappointment in her voice. "All my children are sacred to me, but Fendros is my only son by blood, and my eldest. I would wish that his safety is held to just as high a regard to you as to me."

In an attempt to move on from her darker tone, Calia smiled and faced Meesei again. "I believe that is all the important details I wanted from you, Meesei. Your...pack is always welcome here, though I wish I could say the same of our home. Rossarm may not tolerate Fendros' presence, I am afraid."

Rhazii leaned back on the pew and pouted. He conceded with an "okay," but he was still disappointed.

Meanwhile, Monderyn looked ambivalent. "Chaurus eggs? You mean those large insect creatures? I thought they were poisonous."

"Their eggs have a lot of uses. They aren't poisonous," Fendros explained. "The adults are, though. You have to be careful with them."

Monderyn brought a hand to his face. "I feel like you're next going to tell me that you're farming dragons like cattle."
 
Fendros held back his head in a quick laugh. "Can't go telling you everything now, can we?"

"Mama?" Rhazii asked, apparently not too disappointed to retreat from the conversation outright. "Can the Bosmer really tame dragons?"