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Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. Bring her children? To play in paint? Play in the clay? Oh yes, what a lovely way to spend the afternoon, developing the need to soak her children in a tub after unnecessarily dousing themselves in clay and paint. That sounded just wonderful. Clearly he did not have children, and if he did he had very low standards for them. "The offer is appreciated, and if they have time between their studies, I shall consider it." she said, deciding it not worth it to start an argument over parenting techniques. In her hands, the chunk of wood was beginning to take shape. A mighty dragon with fire bursting from its maw, tail wrapped around a tree in full bloom. As she used the lightning to burn away bits and pieces, it grew ever more realistic in appearance. "Our family has always maintained a head, regardless of size." she said. Though really, of those here (Naturals aside) they were the largest intact family. "We are the family Launceleyn, one of the oldest families of magic hailing from the kingdom of Northwind."