*Aurthur tried not to play favorites when it came to spending time with his children. He loved all of them equally, but it was obvious that there were a few that he especially doted on, and those were usually daughters. The newest spoiled little one? That would have been Ginger, the newest and youngest of the little ones to the lair.

Aurthur could often be seen playing with the little one, or reading her stories. One day he was seen out on the cliff with her laying at his side, and he was pointing out to the landscape, talking with her and pointing out different bits of scenery.

Looks like the Shimmerscale orphanage has a new spoiled little princess!*

*Father and daughter were so caught up in the story, they didn't realize mama was there until she had settled down. Ginger squeaked and jumped down to lay between mama's fore paws, and Aurthur's wing settled around them both. He gave both of them a loving smile and a nuzzle.* Hello, love, didn't hear you come in. Have you come to join us for storytime?