Sun Mote Copse trucks don't wreck themselves

Y'know, Fin did love and appreciate the hell out of Wraen, but she was not feeling very grateful towards the girl for introducing the idea of dragons to her youngest. Pox had been insufferable ever since, going on and on about dragons this, dragons that, and how they were going to steal all of his stuff and don't get me started on all the times he'd snuck up on her while she was trying to sleep in the name of practicing for dragons!

When Colt arrived, she had just convinced her son to quit pestering his siblings to quote "play the dragon", as he called his newfound game. He settled down grumpily, which she knew meant they were in for a long afternoon of huffing and whining, thus she was the first one out the door to greet her brother when she was summoned.

"Oh my god, please take thirty of them, or sixty, or whatever a year's worth of them is," Fin requested as she settled in for whatever Colt was feeling the need to discuss.