Noctisardor Bypass I would any day die for you.

She hasn't been expecting a "prove it" response, honestly, and when Shadow prompted her to sing for him, paar ducked her muzzle shyly. The skin of her fine cheeks burned beneath the silken white fur there, red hot with embarrassment. "I think I'll pass," the crimson beauty said softly, peeking up at her mate from behind her lovely lashes.

Her mother had despised singing as well, but Paarthurnax recalled her songs as a small child. Songs of her own mother's lore, of the dragons she'd adored since before she remembered. Nita Frostfur's voice had not been one for tunes, but Paar had loved it all the same. Perhaps she adopt a similar nature when it came time to mother a litter of her own, and sing to her pups the tales of Alduin and his dragon companion's. Songs reserved for them and them alone, as Nita had reserved hers for her own brood.

The crimson beauty sank against her husband, leaning against his strong side and baking in his warmth. Propping her muzzle on a powerful ashen shoulder she nibbled lovingly on the guard hairs there. "Shadow," she mustered then, well aware that what she prepared to say might dampen the mood, "I want to work towards a leadership position at your side. I want our children to be born to a Queen, not a subordinate."