Ember admiring the handiwork of her beloved mate Thorax as she rests in a familiar quarry. She's undergone some rather drastic changes in the recent years, her father's genes kicking in and then some to make up for lost time. It seems her fertility has also grown to exponential heights, though no one is sure if this is because of the magic of the dragon lords or some interaction between species.

Regardless, Ember's got quite a ways to grow yet, and in more ways than one. She keeps meaning to move her father's throne to a more venerable place (her private hoard) but it always seems to slip her mind. Hopefully she remembers before her next growth spurt, else it'll probably become just a memory.