“Yes, both of my hatchlings were sired by Sephiroth,” Seferia affirmed. “I have not been with any other males. Nor do I ever intend to be with any others. The two of us are mated now.”

The black dragon stepped forward as she heard her son squeak in distress. Shaking her head, she laid a hand down on the hatchling’s head before she sent a psychic song to him, hoping to soothe him.

~Be still, my young one,~ she softly spoke to his mind. ~You need to not be controlled by instinct. A dragon controls his instincts and commands it, not the other way around.~