They are the stories they would say in villages, or, from what Master Matoya would say. [ Her ears give a twitch. ] Have... have you and your parents always wondered if the stories were inaccurate?

[ The truth of the matter is that dragons seem to hate mortals--those of Corethas in particular. Perhaps what started the war is not as important as ending it. Or, it may be the key to ending it. Lantaa truthfully only cares to it in the degree of which it affects her knight. She is not Ishgardian nor is it her burden to bare. All she cares for is the man in her arms. ]

Your parents didn't tell you? [ An odd thing to consider. Perhaps it was too damaging for appearances or succession? It all seems so complicated. ] I doubt you could simply ask him as well... therefore all that truly matters in the end is that you are a Borel, yes? This home your parents left that we will fix, and the ideals they left to you.

[ One hand gently raises to be around his wrist in her hair. Then, she guides him to further move into the strands to play with it further. Stroke, brush, whatever may fit his fancy. The motions are calming and lead her to rest her cheek against his head. ]