Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160915154555/@comment-28358106-20160917165300

The chatter of the girls drops off to a hush. Ferra stands, wide eyed, staring at the hatchlings. She walks slowly up to the edge of the pen and looks down, leaning on the rail. For a long time, she says nothing. Suddenly she spins arouns and begis signing to me. "Daddy?" She says.

I nod. "You're right, baby. Mr. Widdershins is building you a pen right now, just like they built Aurora's tank.  It'll be ready when we get home.  You'll have food and everything else you need."

She turns back to the pen and looks in again. She takes out her tabet and writes something, handing it to Rep.

How big do these creatures get, Majesty, if I may ask?