It did and she warbled happily and cuddled into his chest,smiling softly as her frills and underwings filled with yellow.

His smile turned real as he saw her frills and underwings turned yellow. "So, what do you like to play?"

"Oh~! Fwutter Chase." She clapped her little talons as her frills spread and folded and repeated a few times.

"How do you play that?"

"others usuwally fway away from eachother and chase.But we can just wun or walk. And who ever is tagged fewst lowses." She said,practically it was tag.The thing was it would usually be played in the Crystal Fields or Flamekissed Fields. "And we pway in fewlds.Usuwally."

He nodded. "We can go play in the fields. I'm sure Jason will be fine on his own." He looked around for something to write a note on

By the crystal mirror was a pile of paper and a wooden pencil. Nothing dragons usually had but the thing was is that Jason kept them out of human habit of wanting to write things,usually small dreams he used to have or hopes he had used to cling to until he gave up a while ago. The pile was on one side of the mirror and on the other was a pile almost half its size and with things written down,now a days fears and things that made him angry. Mostly about Shade and mostly about losing his last two brothers even though they didn't much care for him. And they were almost always ended in one same fear.Of being alone...forever.

Ash quickly jotted down a note, looking at it, confused. He started to read a few more, and then a few more, noticing the common fear before remembering Crysta was waiting on him

She was patient though and was sitting happily preening her scales on her underwings.

He put the written note somewhere Jason could easily see it, and he says to the hatchling, "show me the way to the fields."