See, people read La Morte de Arthur and the like, and they believed Dragons took virgin sacrifices and destroyed things just for the fun of it. Or they read Tolkein and thought they were all greedy for gold, wanted it for other reason than to simple have it. Some of her kindred had those tendencies yes, but a great many of them wanted to find a spot they liked with whatever eccentric hoard they were drawn too, and rule over that little piece of turf. Content. For as long as they lived. A love of change wasn't really a common theme, especially if you considered a love of destruction to be different - and she did. So was it really surprising that she wanted to stick to this spot, this home, for as long as she could and growling at anyone who tried to alter it drastically. "If she's clever, and she's always been the clever one in our nest, she'll ignite the fire under those with the biggest grudges who have been craving vengence for the longest. Who are hungriest for it, and will accept nothing less."
"Oh, but other people's kids? Let's pressure them? Even if you have no direct part in it, kids are so easy to brainwash. How many do you think she'll send into their forts?" Anger was fading into sadness, which, really, fed right back into the anger like the worst kind of snake. And that was saying something coming from her.
She snorted, shaking her head at his sharp assurance. It was really a shame that things were shaking out this way. He looked good when he was angry, even if she was having trouble seeing past their differences now. The hand in his collar finished hauling him back up as she sighed, "I'm going to go reheat my tea. I'll leave you to look at the books today, but after this you won't be welcome here." Jayati nearly tacked on that she was going to be sad if she had to eat him before all of this was said and done, but decided not to, "I want you to learn about who you're throwing your lot in, and I know you care more about books than you do about living things apparently." There was that eyebrow again as she took two steps back with a clean pivot to grab her tea from the table and make her way back out towards the kitchen.