Dragoncrest Cliffs Fish are dumb dumb dumb - they chase anything that glitters

portia watched her babies with mild amusement. dalia was much more tame than her son, and was often his punching bag. not on purpose, she didn't think, but as he dreamed sometimes sprier would end up kicking his sister. it was pretty cute, regardless, and the fisa always wondered what he was dreaming about. silently, she always hoped it was about herself, but she could never be sure. today, sirio awoke with a louder squeak than usual, and then a few more of clear confusion and distress. dalia's sweet voice followed, and portia whipped her head to gently nose them back to a comfortable state.

it was then that she realized both of her babies had gorgeous blue eyes-- though she knew they'd possibly change as the two aged-- and her heart filled with joy. her first reaction was to call for her mate, tail thumping on the ground, before she stared at them with a tilted head and wide green eyes. "hey babies..." she cooed softly at them, "welcome, welcome."