Pysurph

Mate; "No."

Title; Scroll Tutor

She remembers teaching some of the younger dragons among the layer how to use their gene scrolls, and others how to cope with what life has given them. All around, Pysurph has helped around the lair with many things that the newly matured hatchlets needed to know. She's watched Jabber take care of them until it looked like her scales were graying. Time and time again she's offered to help with them, and she does it anyway- even if she gets shooed out of the nesting grounds for it when she gets found out. Py never could stand seeing the Lady of The Lair get so worked out over taking things into her own claws for this long.

Py also takes some time to use her skills with the older kids, and some of the boys in the running's for the coliseum definitely learned a little after taking a bit of a beating from her in training. Burlasp has more than once come to her with a plea of getting them off of his backside for a day. She's happy to help, too. He gets a much needed break, with that baby factory of his- seriously, how many more to they plan to pump out-? And the kids get some skill training rather than running into battle headstrong.

Now, though. She's taken a step back from just about everything happening around her to just. Observe. Some sketchy dragons have recently taken up shelter in the lairs confines, and she isn't too keen on the fiery fae getting too close to the nests. More than once she's grabbed him by the fins and dragged him back to the main lair after hearing him ramble about a few of the babies colors. The last thing she needs is a pocket-sized cannibal on the loose.