05-14-2020, 10:20 PM
Her earliest memories are the sounds of her parents’ voices and the warmth of the flames in their respective bellies that keep her and her siblings warm. She is smaller than her draconic siblings, though, and she knows that her parents fear that she will have trouble hatching - but the time has come for her to at least try. Ciri desperately hopes that she is strong enough; she doesn’t have claws or teeth or anything to assist her, only a small nub where a horn will eventually grow.
Their parents pace anxiously and when the egg-of-gold begins to rock, Clarissa murmurs encouragement under her breath. Yadigar has already begun to break free, and likewise Ciri can hear Asphyxea cracking through her shell. With a laugh, Ghaul echoes their mother’s command from earlier that night not to help the children struggle free. This is their battle, and if their parents help strip the shells away, they will never learn to grow strong.
Finally, there is a crack, and Ciri thrusts her head through the small opening, eagerly drinking in the frosty air. Foal-soft hooves shove at the weakened membrane and her egg shatters, sending her tumbling into the cold. Surprisingly Gar is still trapped in his egg, though, and the small filly nickers to him as a clawed limb finally emerges, hardly even registering Clarissa and Ghaul hovering above them as her brother breaks free. In her excitement she turns to her sister who is also freed, and a shrill, excited whinny escapes her.
Above them, Clarissa looks at Ghaul and leans into the stallion, her white scales shining like an angel’s in the morning light. “They’re so perfect,” she whispers as their hatchlings begin to find their hooves and attempt to stand for the first time. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
@[asphyxea] @[yadigar]
Their parents pace anxiously and when the egg-of-gold begins to rock, Clarissa murmurs encouragement under her breath. Yadigar has already begun to break free, and likewise Ciri can hear Asphyxea cracking through her shell. With a laugh, Ghaul echoes their mother’s command from earlier that night not to help the children struggle free. This is their battle, and if their parents help strip the shells away, they will never learn to grow strong.
Finally, there is a crack, and Ciri thrusts her head through the small opening, eagerly drinking in the frosty air. Foal-soft hooves shove at the weakened membrane and her egg shatters, sending her tumbling into the cold. Surprisingly Gar is still trapped in his egg, though, and the small filly nickers to him as a clawed limb finally emerges, hardly even registering Clarissa and Ghaul hovering above them as her brother breaks free. In her excitement she turns to her sister who is also freed, and a shrill, excited whinny escapes her.
Above them, Clarissa looks at Ghaul and leans into the stallion, her white scales shining like an angel’s in the morning light. “They’re so perfect,” she whispers as their hatchlings begin to find their hooves and attempt to stand for the first time. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
@[asphyxea] @[yadigar]