“Dad?”<br />
The<br />
silver one sighed. “Yes?”<br />
“Why”,<br />
the emerald one said, “do we have to have this “training” thing<br />
anyway? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been doing pretty well<br />
by myself.”<br />
The<br />
silver one smiled. He was marginally taller, with a blue throat,<br />
underbelly and tail tuft, a wreath of bronze, and eyes which<br />
glimmered with utmost insanity in topaz and amethyst. “I’ve been<br />
noticing plenty, Arkrel. You are a natural, of course. Like a<br />
beautiful gemstone. But, my dea