He has existed in warmth and safety from the first spark. Divided from an early glimmer of life into two parts, himself one and his sister the other. It isn’t until she leaves him and he is then born into the world that he is aware of much more than weightlessness, warmth, and her company.
He is not whole until he settles onto the ground in Tephra. He takes his first breath upon that verdant earth, cleansed by fire, regrown through his mother’s power. When his eyes snap open in response to the first thrill of connection to this land they are deeply green and draconic pupils adjust visible and swift. His other early movements are slower, measured even though his new muscles tremble. Mother first, her beauty the shaping of a boy’s heart. He knows her smell before he ever breathes it in and bows his handsome face when she cleans its star strewn darkness. His father, who names him and bestows a kiss upon his tender brow he examines with a long curious look and shifts his small forelegs in an early attempt to get a closer look at his parents.
Yet his sister will not permit him to forget her and as she makes some attempt at his name his small ears swirl with the drunken inaccuracy of newborns. She nibbles at his side and he bares his fangs to snap at her without aggression or coordination. A very first smile tips his small mouth, and he noses her face exuberantly. The boy does not make any attempt at all to speak but instead returns to the business getting his feet under him. The light that falls over his skin caresses the nebulas and flakes of color throughout his still damp pelt. Drache wants to stand, though he isn’t sure how to accomplish that or why he ought to, but his Draconic vision brings him an increasingly bright and exciting world and he does not have time for words or laying down when all of this spreads out around him.
When at last he sways pensively atop his long legs he takes his first stumbling steps into Leliana’s shoulder resting there as he reaches past her to bump his small nose against Vulgaris’ leg. Then he wobbles back close to the sister who has no doubt found her own feet by now, cuddling in close and grabbing at her short mane with his small sharp teeth, already harassing the girl.
[Drache]
we’re stars now, can’t you see? the center of the world is lonely me.
@[leliana] @[vulgaris] @[saint]