Orlaith shifts, the muscles in her neck and shoulders rolling beneath her scales as she stretches her wings out to either side of her. Ostara swallows hard as she adjusts her grip on the golden spikes jutting out from the dragon's neck. There aren't many as most of Orlaith's spikes can be seen framing her head and racing down the bridge of her snout, but there are a few smaller scales tracing the length of her spine that give Ostara something to grip on to. Being seated in the little dip between spikes where Orlaith's shoulders and neck meet isn't the best place to be in Ostara's opinion but as she can't put a saddle on Orlaith it's the safest.

Are you ready, mother?

With her head twisted just so Orlaith can easily look Ostara in the eye and it's a humbling thing to see such excitement in a creature that is thought by most to enjoy nothing but death and destruction. Ostara nods hesitantly before glancing down past Orlaith's neck into the inky darkness below them. It had been a spur of the moment decision brought on by insomnia and sheer boredom, the feeling had driven Ostara to don her simplest clothes and sneak through the wardrobe in the dead of the night when the rest of King's Landing was quiet and still with sleep. Her children had been absolutely thrilled to see her and even more excited to hear that she wished to go flying. They've vied for the honor of taking her into the sky and as Orlaith is the biggest of the dragons it had been decided, much to Vanya's bitterness, that she would be the one to take Ostara on her first flight as her weight wouldn't bother Orlaith as badly as it might bother the others. Ostara hadn't allowed herself time to talk herself out of her decision despite her quickly growing anxiety and had marched out onto the large strip of magicked stone just outside her laboratory.

"Don't drop me." Ostara begs as she adjusts herself a bit more.

Orlaith tosses her head, amusement trickling through the bond they all share, and is quick to assure, You will not fall.

In the light offered by the moon above their head Orlaith is phantasmagorical. Her scales are still vibrant, still that ever-changing mix of gold and bronze and fire but now it's different, softer, less aggressive. She is the thing men fear and covet in equal measured; beautiful and terrible in the silver-white light that dapples through the clouds to dance across her body.

"And if I do?" Ostara asks, suddenly nervous and desperate for something, anything, that will stall the inevitable.

Then the Red Woman will come and she will draw you back... Perhaps in a different body, but you would still be Mother.

Ostara narrows her eyes at the mention of Melisandre. She hasn't seen hide nor hair of the Priestess since the day before, even Cerys has avoided her, the only one of her inner circle Ostara has seen in length is Daevyn and as a general rule they rarely have in depth conversations when they're training. Ostara has no doubts in her mind that Melisandre is scheming, and using Cerys in her plots, but what her goals are or what she hopes to accomplish Ostara is unsure. It will not, she suspects, end well for someone.

"Let's not get Melisandre involved with my resurrection."

He would probably lose his mind if he found out Ostara died again and was brought back in another body without his consent. He seems petty enough to be offended by such a thing.

Then do not fall.

Before she's given a chance to respond Orlaith is shooting forward and then falling. A scream catches in Ostara's throat as they plummet toward the earth, her nails threaten to bend and break as she digs into the golden spike she'd been gripping since she'd mounted Orlaith, her eyes water as the wind tears past her face and for a moment she wishes she'd been smart enough to transfigure herself a set of goggles. There's no time to distract herself with thought as Orlaith throws out both of her wings, catches air, and levels out enough to slow her pace into a gentle glide.

Ostara's grip is still too tight but her heart is no longer beating a frantic stampede against her breastbone. It's difficult at first but as Orlaith glides through the ruins of Valyria and out over the sea Ostara manages to catch her breath enough to assemble a sort of calm she desperately needs.

You did not fall, she hears and the amusement is thick in Orlaith's tone.

The steady beat of wings behind them tells Ostara that the others have followed Orlaith out of Valyria, carefully keeping their distance but still remaining close enough to experience some sort of joy at seeing Ostara flying.

"We aren't done." Ostara mutters just before Orlaith flies closer to the water below them.

Moonlight gleams on the tops of gently rolling waves, silver beams of light that dance brokenly on the water and makes the scales of Orlaith's flank shimmer, Ostara sighs heavily as the tip of her boot skims the top of a wave as her dragon sinks her own massive feet into the inky waters. She wonders if there are any creatures lurking beneath the waves, surviving off what little magic remains in Valyria from a time when dragons roamed the skies freely and the Empire was at its peak. There are, she knows, more than just dragons and shadowcats and witches in this world, the proof of it lurks in the waters of the Sunset Sea and thrives in the harsh climates beyond the Wall- giants and Children of the Forest and some unknown foe she is to face. With so much evidence to show that there is something more thriving in the world where it can Ostara doubts there isn't something living in the ocean surrounding Valyria, because why would they not flock to the epicenter of magic when so much of it is bleeding out of the world? Why wouldn't they come to leech what little bits of comfort they can before their bodies fail them and their bones turn to dust? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Ostara leans back to rest her body against one of the spikes running down Orlaith's spine so that she can tilt her head back and examine the stars shining brightly in the sky above her head. They do not seem to shine so prettily in King's Landing. Perhaps it is because they recognize the danger of being a beautiful thing in King's Landing where one's loyalty is always called into question and their ambition makes them as trustworthy as a rabid animal. Ostara thinks that had the Valyrian Empire not fallen when it had the people could have advanced in such a way that traveling to the stars might not have been impossible for them. Ostara could do that. Travel to the stars on dragonback with her magic keeping them alive. It would take some planning and a good deal of magical work to achieve but Ostara thinks she could do it if for no other reason than to say that she was able to. But there are other reasons that Ostara would like to travel beyond this planet, of course. She wants to know what other other worlds are there beyond this one. What other kinds of lifeforms are there beyond what this world is capable of sustaining? Surely there must be other places? Other things to see.

They would not deserve your love, Mother.

Startled, Ostara rips her gaze away from the stars and over to where Janus is gliding through the air beside Orlaith.

"What do you mean?"

They would tarnish it, step on it, use it only when it suited their purposes and then leave you with nothing.

She doesn't bother to argue with them. Ostara's learned from the time she's spent with the dragons that they're perception of lover- warranted or otherwise- is a bit skewed. A human might love unconditionally, without judgement and in ways that are completely healthy, it is a softer sort of love in comparison to a dragon's. A dragon, who loves fiercely and singularly and with all of the ferocity of a wild thing. Sometimes- late at night when Ostara allows herself to feel what her dragons feel- it terrifies her to know just how deeply they love and it's even more startling to know that such love is for her. Ostara understands why they find the concept of human love laughable. This is a discussion they've been having for a time; that humans can love unconditionally and that just because the feeling of it is different from that which a dragon feels does not mean it's nothing. Ostara's learned that there are just some things you need to let slide. So instead of continuing to argue her point Ostara offers Janus a soft, somewhat sad smile.

While it's not terribly late Ostara knows that she'll soon have to consider returning to King's Landing before anyone notices her absence, but the thought of returning causes apprehension to build in her stomach. There's nothing to do in King's Landing and because of that Ostara's grown bored of the city. Her days are spent attending court, seeing to the Queen, playing politics with pissy Lords and Ladies, attending her lessons, attempting to find the time to go North- which she's going to do, soon, after the dragons get a bit older and can handle the distance required for travel- and helping educate the children of Flea Bottom whenever her time allows it. Unfortunately, the repetitiveness of her days have come to bore her enough that she's honestly afraid of losing her mind in that bloody Red Keep. Ostara bites into her lip as she contemplates a sudden thought.

No one would notice if Ostara feigned illness tomorrow morning. All she'd need to do is write some instructions down for Cerys or Melisandre telling them to say she's unwell and Ostara would have the morning to herself. She figures they wouldn't say anything about her absence because it would look very poorly on them as they would be the ones who would have lost their Lady. If anyone were to go to Aerys in regards to her disappearance there would be quite a bit of unrest in the City, among other things. Ostara isn't all that upset about putting the two on the spot as Cerys wouldn't say anything anyway and it wouldn't hurt for Melisandre to sweat a bit under the pressure... What harm would it do to stay in Valyria for a time? A short time, of course, Ostara isn't under any illusions that her absence wouldn't cause some sort of uproar among the court, but a morning perhaps? What harm could a morning do?

Technically, she wouldn't even need to tell Cerys or Melisandre. As they're usually the first to see her in the mornings it would be easy for them to assume she wants time to herself and has gone off on her own to see to her own comforts. Melisandre would probably be thrilled, Cerys would probably fret, and the two of them together would skillfully field any and all questions thrown their way should someone go looking for her. Ostara might not trust Melisandre as well as the Red Woman would like but she does know that the priestess has a discomforting amount of devotion aimed at her. It'll keep her from getting Ostara into any sort of trouble that could get her killed the second she returns to King's Landing.

A burst of laughter spills from her lips before smiles down at the top of Orlaith's head.

"Take me to the beach." She begs, because she wants to see the sunrise and then maybe she'll go exploring more keeps.

It's rumored there are ghosts haunting Valyria and while she hasn't seen a ghost yet- and considering the amount of time she's spent here the chance of actually seeing one should be pretty high- that isn't to say there aren't any.

Muscles bunch and pull beneath her thighs as Orlaith twists around and Ostara leans into the turn but keeps most of her weight on her sit bones in order to balance herself as Orlaith takes her back to Valyria, excitement and something heady thrumming across their shared bond. Ostara doesn't ignore the feeling but she doesn't acknowledge it either. Sometimes it's better to leave things be. If Orlaith is excited to return to the beach and whatever that implies for her than she can be excited without Ostara trying to rationalize it.

When they reach the beach Orlaith lowers herself to the sand a bit clumsily but she doesn't stumble and Ostara thinks their landings will improve the more they fly together. She climbs off the Chinese Fireball as the others land, Vanya's high pitched trill announces her presence just seconds before her scaled body curls around Ostara's ankle. Having not noticed the smallest dragon's presence until now the sudden collision causes Ostara to jump a bit out of her skin before she reaches down to pluck Vanya off before the dragon can damage her clothes.

"Hello, love." Ostara greets her cinnabar eyed dragon, who trilled delightedly before scuttling across her arm to settle herself over both of Ostara's shoulders.

Somewhere off behind them the others are settling down against the sand, the heat of their flames reaching Ostara as they're used to warm the patches of sand each dragon has chosen for themselves. Ostara turns to watch as each dragon settles near enough each other that their tails and wings brush but never quite overlap as they make up something of an obscure semicircle. It's no secret that the open space among them is meant for her, not when all of them are looking at her so expectantly. Ostara smiles as she makes her way over, settles down in the offered space, and leans back so that she's resting against Milren while simultaneously toeing off her boots so that she can sink her toes into the sand.

Purple eyes drift from each large dragon curled around her and to the line where the sky and the sea meet. The sky is still inky, still peppered with bright pinpricks of light, but Ostara knows that soon a pinkish-purple hue will begin to bleed into the sky and the sun will drive away all visual evidence of the stars, but that won't happen for a few hours yet and Ostara gladly settles in to wait.

She has no idea that in King's Landing her world is being flipped upside down and tied into knots.

~X~

Rhaegar paces, he spent all of the previous evening pacing and still he paces, back and forth across the stone of his bed chambers without even realizing he's doing it. Because dragons, and Ostara Baratheon has hatched them, and his father is bound to find out, and while they may be betrothed that won't keep his father from doing something drastic in order to get those dragons. Rhaegar cannot stomach the idea of his father's interest in Ostara being anything but vaguely possessive. Maybe it's because she's innocent, maybe it's because no maiden deserves the attention of Aerys, or maybe it's because for all of his faults Rhaegar does genuinely care for Ostara and wishes to see her happy, whatever the case may be, Rhaegar cannot let his father possess Ostara. Which is why he send Arthur off in search of the children at first light.

Hopefully word of Ostara's dragons hasn't reached the King or the Eunuch yet. Rhaegar doesn't think that it has as no one has been called before the court but he knows better than to think that it won't. Those children need to be as far away from King's Landing as Rhaegar can get them before his father even hears so much as a whisper of the rumors swirling around the Keep. Dorne, he and Arhtur have decided, is perhaps the best place to send them. Arthur's household could make them a good home as Ashara is a kindly woman and would see them well taken care of, but should that not be an option any other house would do. Bastards in Dorne can make good livings, orphaned children too, all they would need is a safe journey and once those children make it to a Dornish household they should be safe.

"Rhaegar," Arthur's voice makes him go still and tense as he hadn't heard the man knock, "they're in the solar."

Turning sharply on his heel Rhaegar makes his way to his solar, the only private place in his set of chambers where the appearance of servants won't be questioned. It's also the only place he can think to bring two children without terrifying them anymore than they already are- a solar is impersonal and always relatively tasteful in terms of its decor which will offer a small amount of comfort if nothing else. Rhaegar's not even certain his solar is safe from prying ears but he doesn't think there are any hidden places where a spying servant might be able to overhear them. Gods, he hopes he's right about that because if he's not then these children could very well end up dead.

When he enters the solar, Arthur at his back, Rhaegar finds two children standing stiffly in the center of the room. The boy can hardly be older than eleven, maybe twelve, and he carries himself like a child who was forced to take on too much responsibility too soon; there are dark circles under glassy brown eyes, thin lips are chapped, cheeks are round but lack a certain rosy quality Rhaegar is so used to seeing in children, and his entire frame is to tight that Rhaegar thinks it should surely pain the boy. His sister, on the other hand, looks healthier but no less terrifying. She at least has the rosy cheeks and bright brown eyes and her mousy hair isn't a mop atop her head. She looks well cared for. A result of a brother's devotion.

Rhaegar understands that all too well.

"Is this because of the dragons?" The girl asks, her voice trembling.

She's no older than eight, nine perhaps. Too young to understand the severity of her words but old enough to know that they're important to him, to his house, to the whole of the world. Rhaegar doesn't miss the scathing look her brother sends her which tells the prince that where she lacks a certain understanding the boy does not. Still, he means these children no harm and so the foolishness of her statement is easily dismissed for the moment.

"Aye, it is." He tells her. "I'd like you to tell me all that you know."

"She knows nothing, your highness, Lynn saw a cat is all. Nothing more." The boy says sharply.

Beside him Lynn shuts her mouth and nods even as the muscle in her jaw jumps.

Smart boy, Rhaegar thinks, to attempt to guide his sister out of these turbulent waters she has found herself in.

But for the sake of his purple eyed Mother of Dragons Rhaegar cannot allow himself to falter.

"I was not speaking to you, boy," He says before turning to the girl. "For the sake of both your lives I need you to tell me what exactly it was that you saw."

Lynn glances between him and her brother, everything about her screaming uncertainty. Rhaegar knows she probably thinks he'll have her put to the sword if she lies to him as it's not an uncommon thing for young servants of the Red Keep to learn of punishable death when the heads of Targaryen enemies are mounted on pikes. To make her think he will do such a thing to her is cruel, he knows, but if it will get her to talk Rhaegar will not correct her assumption just yet. Soon though, he is not so cruel as to cause unnecessary fear.

"I saw the Red Woman and Cerys discussing the Lady Ostara in a hall. They were talking about her dragons and then-" Lynn swallows "- and then I saw it."

Rhaegar goes still.

"You saw it?"

"The dragon. The Red Woman said that Lady Ostara is hiding them with her magic and that she's gone to the sky with them."

"Them? There are more than one?"

Rhaegar had not been expecting this. He'd been expecting one and had assumed that the rumors would be a bit exaggerated. While he'd hoped there'd be more than one for his own personal reasons Rhaegar had not been so foolish as to believe there would be more than one dragon now roaming the world. His heart beats wildly in his chest and for a moment Rhaegar wonders if his breath will become painful as sometimes it is wont to do. Across from him, Lynn nods hesitantly even as her brother seems to deflate.

"Lady Ostara has four... the smallest was the one I saw. I think it was the youngest."

Four.

Four dragons. Ostara has managed to hatch four dragons.

"And you said she was keeping them secret how?" He demands, because it should be impossible to hide four dragons no matter how small they are.

"I don't know. The Red Woman said, well, she called her Maiden of Magic," hopefully the girl adds, "like Visenya."

Like Visenya. Rhaegar wants to laugh. Of course Ostara would have magic like Visenya, how else would she have been able to hatch four dragons where his grandfather- a full blooded Targareyn- had not even been able to hatch one. Rhaegar has no way of telling what the extent of her powers may be but if she can hide four dragons in plain sight then she must be capable of truly great things. This means he'll have to work all the harder to keep Ostara out of his father's grasp. It also means he'll need to speak with Ostara as soon as possible. Frowning, Rhaegar address the children.

"You cannot stay in King's Landing, to do so would only see you in dangerous situations later on."

"We can't leave!" The boy hisses, "We have nowhere else to go."

Rhaegar ignores the blatant disregard for decorum and says, "I've arranged for the two of you to be sent to Dorne. There you will be provided with new names, a home to live in, and a House to serve. All I ask in return is that you speak not of dragons and Lady Ostara to anyone that crosses your path from this moment on, am I understood?"

After both children have agreed Rhaegar sends them off with Arthur. There isn't much else he can ask them due to the fact that the memories of children are so unreliable and that the longer they remain in King's Landing the less likely they are to leave it. All he needed was affirmation that the rumors are true, or as true as they can be considering they might just be rumors, but at least he has something to go on. Confronting Ostara will be all the easier now that he has something substantial, direct questions he can ask her and even names to throw at her when she tries to deny it, because she will deny it. Only a fool would admit to keeping four living, breathing dragons a secret from the Targaryens. A sharp bark of laughter slips out of Rhaegar. Only Ostara would keep four living, breathing dragons that she hatched with her magic a secret from the Targaryens and get away with it.

The only reason Rhaegar knows is because of the Red Woman and Ostara's personal servant.

Which brings forth the question of their loyalty. It's impossible to defend their actions when Rhaegar knows that they must have suspected what would happen to Ostara should any word of those dragons reached him, his father, or any other member of his house. Disloyalty is not something Rhaegar will force Ostara to endure and the moment he sees her he will be telling her what has transpired between those closest to her and the rest of the Keep. As Prince of the Seven Kingdoms he has the authority to see them both executed but he will keep his peace until Ostara has been told of their transgressions. They're her servants, she can decide their fate. Rhaegar will not presume to take such a decision from her but he will not tolerate traitors.

Should Ostara wish them to be shown mercy then Rhaegar will show them mercy, but they will no longer be welcomed in King's Landing, or the Seven for that matter. Not unless he can be sure of their continued and absolute loyalty to Ostara. If he cannot ensure their loyalty then what good are they to him and his House? Bitterly he thinks of the Lords and Ladies milling about in his father's court. They're about as loyal as a starving dog and yet he can do nothing more than endure their presence. Rhaegar tugs absently at his sleeve as he makes for the door.

With time to spare and matters to ponder Rhaegar thinks it best to visit the training yard before seeking out Ostara. Hopefully having a sword in his hand and something to channel his worries into will help him handle the situation he's found himself in a little bit better, for surely it won't be a peaceful discussion had between them when Rhaegar manages to finally confront Ostara. Keeping dragon secret has likely been no easy task for her as keeping her magic secret has surely been a strain to her nerves. Rhaegar is expecting defensiveness, fury, gnashing teeth and sharpened claws because Ostara is nothing less than a force to be reckoned with. She's a far cry from the Ladies he's used to seeing, the ones who simper and bemoan their luck and fret needlessly. Still, there are times Rhaegar would gladly take the familiarity of those woman over the unpredictable behaviors of Ostara. At least Rhaegar knows what the woman of court want from him.

Shaking his head as he makes his way down the long corridor Rhaegar wonders if he should be more worried about Ostara or himself. It seems a bit irrational to fear for a woman with four dragons and magic at her fingertips, but the fear is there none-the-less. Ostara might not even know about the rumors. She doesn't seem the type to listen to such things and if she were when would there be time for such? The rumors have only just begun to reach the higher levels of court but haven't quite reached the circles Ostara is known to run in. His mother's Ladies-in-Waiting have shown no signs of having heard the rumors, his father has not ordered her before the court, and Varys has yet to go to anyone with the knowledge, so it's possible Ostara isn't aware that she's the focus of so many whispers. That's why Rhaegar worries. How can someone defend themselves when they aren't aware of the threat? He needs to speak with her, soon, as soon as possible.

It takes him seconds to make his way in the opposite direction of the training yard and toward the grouping of rooms in the Red Keep set up for Ostara, her guards, and her inner circle. No one tries to stop him as he makes his way through the Keep and for that Rhaegar is thankful. Though, he's even more thankful to not have run into any of Ostara's inner circle- namely the Red Woman- on his journey. When he reaches the door to her chambers Rhaegar frowns at how inappropriate this is but reminds himself that it's still early and the only people likely to see him are the guards and the servants. Rumors would surely spread but at least Rhaegar would have the ability to curtail those.

Briskly, he knocks on the door leading to her personal set of chambers and frowns when he's met with nothing but silence. Again he knocks and again there's no reply. It's too early for her to have been summoned to his mother's side but Ostara could have gone off with that shadow cat of hers to the gardens or to the library. He doubts she went to Flea Bottom as no guards have been sent off with her and his father hasn't begun fretting. Rhaegar leaves the wing in the Keep reserved for Ostara and her underlings as quickly as his legs can carry him without being too suspicious.

A quick search of the library and the gardens turn up no sign of Ostara, however, and Rhaegar is soon forced to seek out Lewyn Martell in the hopes that he has seen her as he is the one who is supposed to keep his eye on her today. Aerys would never allow Ostara to roam about without proper guards, Kingsguards, her own are in his opinion unfit to keep a Targaryen as important as Ostara safe. If his father knew just what types of secrets Ostara kept Rhaegar doubts the King would let her leave her chambers without at least four members of the Kingsguard at her back and half-a-dozen Unsullied warriors. While Ostara has been important to Aerys based on her breeding and her status as a viable bride for Rhaegar she would become even more revered should his father learn of her dragons.

He meets Ser Lewyn halfway down the stairs that would take him to Ostara's wing in the Keep.

"Ser Lewyn, might I have a private word?" Rhaegar asks, it's clear he hasn't seen Ostara today but he would like to make the man aware of the situation so as to keep him from being blamed should news of her being missing reach the King.

"Of course, your highness."

The two of them make their way to a quiet alcove off the landing where it will be less likely for them to be overheard. Lewyn appears unconcerned and Rhaegar wishes he were able to be as carefree as the Dornish prince, but alas he has not the luxury of such.

"Have you spoken to Lady Ostara this morning?" He asks to be sure the once prince hasn't passed Ostara along the way somewhere in the Keep.

Lewyn shakes his head, hard eyes narrowed in question as he says, "I've not, your highness."

"I have a private matter to discuss with her, one of great importance, and when I called upon her I found she was not in the library nor the gardens." Rhaegar says.

"Could she be in her chambers?"

"No. I called upon there as well." Rhaegar glances off to the side to make sure no one has spotted them and is attempting to listen to their conversation. "The matter we need to discuss is one of great important but cannot be discussed publicly, nor can anyone know of it. Should you see Lady Ostara please take her aside and quietly inform her that I need to speak with her as she's capable of seeing me."

The severity of the situation is not lost on Lewyn for he nods and says, "Aye. I'll tell her as soon as I am capable."

"Thank you."

Hooded eyes spark knowingly as the Dornishman bows his head to Rhaegar before turning and striding off, white cloak fluttering softly behind him. Rhaegar wonders if he's aware of the rumors as well. It wouldn't surprise him any if the Dornishman was aware. Nothing stays secret in this thrice damned place and with so many rumors flying about it would be foolish to think that none of the higher ranking guards or Lords are unaware. Rhaegar wets his lips before he too steps out of the alcove and begins making his way in the opposite direction of Lewyn. All the while he wonders just how much time he has to warn Ostara and demand the truth before word reaches his father.

A/N:

Hello everyone, I would like to inform you that while this chapter is kind of pushing the story along it's also just a filler. I needed to put something out because the longer I leave it in my drafts and the more I edit/delete/repeat the less likely it is I'll actually get this story going again. So here it is; a bit mess, a bit purposeful, a bit of the author has no idea what she's doing but she needed to do something. Now that it's out, however, I've sparked a new idea that ties in to this chapter while getting me going again so hopefully I won't lose anymore motivation than I have over the past few months and I can start turning out chapters again. Fingers crossed.

We will be introducing new characters (I think you guys are gonna love the upcoming chapters btw) and we're getting more intense interactions out of Rhaegar and Ostara so that's gonna be awesome. Updates might be a little more sporadic as I'm going to try and get other works going and updated but I'm going to try and make them as regular as possible. If you have questions, suggestions, ideas, or you just want to chat my reviews and PMs are open so you can message away as you please. I just might not answer right away. So be aware of that. I do love reviews though so, uh, hint-hint-nudge-nudge I guess.

That being said I do have something else to say; be safe.

I normally don't put anything in regards to social happenings in my notes because I figure that people don't come here to hear about them (you come here to read a story, enjoy it, and escape into fantasy or whatever else it is your reading this story for) but right now with everything going on I want to make sure everyone is being as safe as their current situations are allowing.