Hidden among the gorges of the howling room laid a gem. A small one, painted a deep peach, though the eternal wind hid it's true colors under a layer of dirt. For unknown eons it laid undisturbed, oblivious to the world around it-- that is, until it was imbued with magic. Whether it was a natural occurrence or the result of some magicka practitioner's misfire lays unknown; either way, the now-living crystal latched onto the surrounding rock, tripling in size and forming a tiny body within.


But of course, Sharp didn't know any of this.


To her, all she felt was nothingness. As she grew within the confines of her crystalline womb, all she was aware of was the comforting darkness and her own tiny heartbeat. But with each passing day the neonate became a little more conscious of the warm container she lived in, until the moment came that she opened her eyes and thought I have to get out of here.


Her senses were very weak, but she could still feel the claustrophobic press of the stone walls against her and the vague notion that there might be something beyond them. She needed to get out of here somehow before it crushed her alive, but how? Her little, newborn brain pondered on this for a good few minutes before it came up with the only thing it could-- push.


And so she did. The lizard scooted around in the little space she had until all four of her tiny legs were up against the stone. And then, gathering all of her strength, she kicked violently, straining to look for that tell-tale crack in the walls to prove she made it.


A tiny sliver of light cracked open. It was barely visible, but it was most certainly there, and she felt her heart nearly leap up her throat. She was doing it! With a renewed vigour she slammed her feet down, watching the crack grow bigger and bigger until the stone shards floating past forced her to shut her eyes. And then with one last push--


Smash!


The glittering chrysalis shattered. Amniotic fluid and a tiny, reptilian body plopped down onto the sandy floor. For a brief moment she was still, shivering from the sudden cold wind, before she instinctively reared up, face towards the sky and opened her eyes--


And saw nothing but cold rock, far above her.


She blinked. For one she was awestruck by the sheer ability to see, and move, and feel, but also oddly disappointed. She couldn't exactly put it down, but for that moment before she opened her eyes she swore she was expecting something there. Something warm, and light, up there in the sky...


Oh, well. Within a few moments the thought was out of her head and the gemling began investigating her surroundings. So there was that funny sky, and around her was lots of the same gray rock, and down at her feet were stringy, wavy green stuff and funny bright shards. In fact, more of those shards made up a colorful, broken shell right next to her-- where I came from-- that now seemed incredibly small compared to the world around her. Her gaze moved down to herself. Lizards don't exactly have a spectacular range of neck motion, but from what she could see she was a dull beige with little, pointy diamonds all over. Another shiny shard was on the end of her tail, but this one was much larger and seemingly attached to her.


As soon as she got herself acquaintanced with the strange world she was now in she scampered her way out of the ditch and into the great unknown, shrieking a bit as the brunt of the wind hit her tiny body. Looks like that was something she's going to get used to.