Princess Gale's Links
That’s my dad. He’s...I wish he was less of a bumbling fool. He has the brains of a commoner. But at least he’s the reason Ragnarok lives with us now.
She’s my firstborn dragonet, and to say how much I love her would be impossible. Jasper proves to be a perfect teacher and role-model for her, and I hope I am, too. (I’m scared for the future. I’m scared for my life and that of my granddaughter’s.)
He chose one of them over us, but I can’t fault him for love. I can only hope Mother can forgive him.
Gale and I were never too close; I was always out hunting with my friends while she was partying with hers, and we never talked much. That's not to say I regret what could've been; she shares Jasper's bloodlust, and aside from the rose hues, she's a clone of her mother.
Sniveling rat. She was my first enemy. I wish I had killed her. But it would not have cleaned the blood of that poor child of hers.
Gale was always the favorite. So long as that cloud-brained slut was alive, Jasper would never love me.
My brother was kidnapped by SandWings while on a hunting trip. They likely killed him- anything to get back at us for what we did to their precious animus.
I wonder if my sister still wonders where I went. When the SandWings took me, she was a pitiful, attention-deprived wreck, expecting an egg whose father she didn’t love, neglected by our father and brainwashed by our mother. She likely wouldn’t recognize me, but more likely she would be disgusted by my face.