Dragon quickstep

[Anastasia]

Amaryl hops onto your back and sits there, legs dangling off the side. After a few moments, "It's for things like this that I keep fighting, Seira."

[Corwin]

"The coin sofa?"

[Anastasia]

A light, warm laugh. Like the summer breeze as Amaryl pats your back. "No. These moments where you can see you made a difference."

[Corwin]

"I wish I'd made a difference in Dis. But that's for later. This time, we'll be sure to shift the balance of Fire the right way."

[Anastasia]

"So do I." Amaryl falls into a reverie after that, her hand gently stroking your scaled back.

"I refuse to give up hope about The Lost Chalice." She breaks the silence with that. "Asmodeus wanted us to give up, see the immensity of the problem and submit. What cost is it to him to let us see a problem meant to break us? Seira, I promise that I'll support you in Dis and to save her."

[Corwin]

"I'm probably too calculating to take huge gambles with you or the kids," Seira admits. "Though if Xera decides to ascend, I wouldn't be as worried about going with her, so maybe that's what we need to do it properly as a family?"

[Anastasia]

Amaryl pats your back again, "Maybe." Silence again, Amaryl with a small smile on her face. "When this is over, when we're all safe...I think I'd like another child, Seira."

[Corwin]

Seira hums, turning her neck to look at Amaryl. "There's no need to wait, is there? This realm is secured by our will. If it's not safe enough, few things in Creation would be enough. And if you mean for after everything, who's to say there won't be fresh opponents then?"

[Anastasia]

"I mean...after Shar and all of that," Amaryl says, "I don't want to carry a life in me until then. Not when it's something she would well use against me, try and kill to hurt me." A slow head shake, her blonde hair gently moving from the motion. "Not until Creation is safe."

[Corwin]

They're immortal deities so waiting as much as they need to in order to take down Shar works, Seira supposes.

"Maybe Alicia would like to have children of her own by then?" she muses, resting her head back on the coins.

[Anastasia]

"I can't wait." Amaryl says, "I know what happened to her first child always weighs on her. She'd make a wonderful mother. So would Syala. Then perhaps Antenora and Marie. Though any child of that union, can you imagine what they'd be like?"

[Corwin]

"A rebel."

[Anastasia]

"A rebel from what?" Amaryl's voice is playful. "A rebel from..." a pause, "And I can't think of anything Alicia's really a rebel from, can you?"

[Corwin]

"Oh, not Alicia's kids. But any of Marie and Antenora! You just know it's going to turn out that way."

[Anastasia]

A laugh, "Probably." Amaryl's quiet a time, basking in that thought. "You know...am I the only one who finds Syala a tease? Running around in that light, and you know she doesn't wear anything under it." Twirling a bit of blonde hair around her forefinger as she talks, playing with it, "Alicia's so buttoned up at times, but Syala's so...they make such a wonderful couple and contrast each other so well."

Then more thoughtfully, "I like it when I can contrast you like that, when my strengths work so well with your strengths."