User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171109012621

The two Copper Wyverns enter the room, each with vastly differing reactions to the changes in environment. Partha, being not much larger than a Harpy, scuttles in with abandon, her little talons clicking on the stone floor as she stalks to and fro, marveling at everything and tasting the air.

Her mother, far larger, shows defined unease as she tucks her wings in to a tight fold, her arms at her sides as if she were paralyzed. She carefully makes her way to a chair and begins turning it around, so she can sit on it with the backrest facing front so as not to interfere with her tail.

"Haaka, be calm," she says firmly. "Come to the table and be seated." Partha, to her credit, immediately obeys while Tirush continues to adjust the chair.

"Your kindness is too much," she says, giving Imperia a guilty smile. "You have such a great many pretty things, and such good meat, and you share and you share." She settles into her chsir as Partha sits in one more or less normally.

"It is a rare thing, yes, rare.  So many covet things, so many pretty things they will not share.  And yet, here we are, and here I am, seeing your lair.  This is a great kindness you do.  You must forgive me if I have nothing to return.  We must seem dirty and shameful in such a place."

"Ama...they have eggs...so many eggs..." Partha is completely fixated on a plate of sliced hard boiled eggs for the salad.