"That wasn't your fault. You couldn't control it. And you know what? I say if they can't fix it within twenty-four hours, then you can't blame them for it, or judge them for it."

"... Really?" She said, seeming very surprised.

Now, a few other dragons about her age where watching and listening.

"Yes. Because if they can't fix it in a day, then that means its most likely genetics. Besides, I wouldn't just throw words around like that."

She blinked, surprised. She smiled. "Mother would never say something like that to me. She only took me on patrol because my brother is sick."

"Your brother is sick? With what?"

"I don't know, mother does not say." She gave a little shrug with her wings.

"And she hasn't taken him to a healer yet?"

"Oh no not. She does not trust the strange dragons lacking flesh. She says they are more of an abomination than the Mystic Breeds ever where." She said, giggling as Mini Shade snuggled under one of her wings.

"Then your brother will probably die."

"What?!" She looked up at Ash with her only eye, tears welling up in it.

The baby looked up at Ash and then the girl, confused on why she was sad.