Iranda popped a grape in her mouth as she leaned against the scaly form of her husband. Right now, it was quiet and peaceful - but all that could change in a heartbeat. She allowed her thoughts to drift, a feeling of contentment welling up as she sat with the dragon. "How long do we have?" she asked, regretting her decision to break the silence.

Aaron tilted his large head back, clearly in the midst of some form of mental math. He glanced down at his little mate. "Less then an hour."

Iranda groaned. "Maybe they'll sleep in..?"

Aaron gave a booming laugh, which made her wilt. "No chance."