"I have an excuse to be up at this mad hour." Irene yawned as we located her in Salem's nursery. "Why are you looking so bright-eyed?" As she spoke, she rocked Salem in her arms. The babe kept shifting from boy to cobra, trying to wriggle out of her grip, then turning back to human form to pout when she wouldn't let him. "We're plotting reformation of life as we know it," I replied, somewhat flippantly. "Oh, is that all?" she teased. "Why not start with breakfast?" "Thank you, but no," I answered. "Danica and I actually wanted your feedback on an idea we had." Quickly, we detailed the conception of Wyvern's Court, from finding the two symbols to getting A'isha's support. Irene listened quietly, nodding every now and then as she finally managed to settle Salem down. When we paused for her response, she looked hopefully at the face of her child. "If you can create such a place," she finally answered, "I would be honored to raise my son there. And I have never seen you two fail to achieve any dream you strive toward."