Staring, she... guessed that made sense? Picking up their son, the darker dragon huffed but burrowed himself against his mom's chest anyway, tail wiggling despite grumpy face.

"Ah... That's a fair point. Still, I'm sure he'd be happy to regale you with all his own stories." Still, she let her mind search around, trying to decide on what tale to behold him with.

"That? Well, yes and no." Should she tell him that? Fine fine... "Grampa's had years of practice. However, he did tell me my mother could easily frighten my father despite honing his own Stare."