Carja was curled around the chrysali, eyes upon them ever since the first cracks started. Already one child was out, but the other remained.
”Come out, my dear,” she mumbled to it, breathing warm air over it in case the child inside became too cold, ”There are so many who wish to see you.”
She was anxious, ready to meet her spawn, shuffling and shifting restlessly, the nest shifting with her. She was so... excited!
@Ascent
and anyone of the Elenyas clan can join!
Ah, and there was Talys. He'd heard from Carja about how long it took for a chrysalis to hatch -- he'd come to check on them according to her timeline. But as he approached where he'd met with her in the rain, his eyes lit up -- oh, there were
kids there! He looked at Vanyel, and immediately new him.
"Uh, hey Carja!" Talys called, leaning on his staff as he got closer.
He looked down at the child, and held out a hand to him. Four fingers and a thumb. Brown skin. Dark, dark hair. He was certainly his. Talys's tail flicked back and forth -- he felt a little teary-eyed. He'd
made something. More than just a pretty object or a cord for his basalt pendant -- he'd made a
life, hadn't he?
More a child than a brother, but he kept his hand outstretched, palm up. Offering help.
"Hey there. Can you stand up like me?" He hoped it wasn't
exactly like him -- whatever was wrong with his legs, it sure wasn't pleasant.
@vanyel
@carja
ASCENT
Cracks spiderwebbed across the fire opal, its walls weakening as the child inside pressed outward. With a sudden surge of strength, it gave one final push, and the chrysalis crumbled. Fiery orange shards fell and gave way to the emerging creature, who was already stretching its wings and beginning to float.
Hovering a little less than a foot above the shattered opal, it watched its surroundings with an unwavering gaze. Ten eyes focused on The One Who Was Black and Blue, who resembled it the most in body shape. (Mother? it wondered, a half-formed thought for a word that slipped through its mind before it could grab onto it.) The others watched the rest of the nest, The One With a Stick, and The Small One. They were not unblinking--it would be rather uncomfortable if they did not blink, and they did not like that--but always there were at least four open at a time, taking in the new world around them.
And it was quite a lot to be absorbed, for one who was newly hatched.
@Carja
Carja gasped softly as Ascent emerged, floating off of the ground. Gently, she reached forward, taking the hatchling into her hands before nuzzling her gently, brushing off bits of chrysalis off the dragon's body.
”Hi baby...” she said softly, ”You're beautiful too, how lucky is that? Two beautiful little babies.”
She thumbed over Ascent's glossy feathers, opening her many wings to fawn over them like she had with Vanyel, watching as Ascent's tail naturally rested in a curl over her back. She was so... adorable.
”Ascent,” she said, ”You are Ascent Lightwing, and I am Carja Voidwing, your mom. And that little ball of goodness is Vanyel Songwing, and that right there is Talys.”
Carja set her back afloat and pushed her in the direction of the two, craning her neck to bump against Talys' chest, ”Aren't they perfect?”
Talys helped Vanyel to his feet, letting the fledgeling balance on his arm. He smiled, eyes sparkling.
"They're beautiful, Carja." He turned Vanyel's palm up gently and showed him that their hands matched, at least in some ways.
"You're like me, Vanyel. That's a rare distinction these days, but you've got family like me, too." He glanced over to Ascent. That one... mostly just looked like a dragon, although there were some key differences. Still pretty, though.
Pretty, but not a humanoid. Okay, so maybe there was a little favoritism here -- sue him, Ascent wasn't
his kid.
"Maybe once you're older I can show you how to work metal, Vanyel. Make you jewelry and stuff. These hands we share, they can be used for lots of things, even if it might hurt at first." Talys pulled his hands away so that he didn't burn Vanyel. His hands grew devastatingly hot, and then he blew on them to let them cool as he intentionally let the spell drop.
"Our magic leaves burns at first, but new skin grows back stronger."
@vanyel @ascent
”Don't you?”, Carja said softly, cradling Ascent in her hands, bringing her up to nuzzle her once again, ”My sweet little girl... you have my eyes. All of them.”
She stroked along closed lids and lifted one of Ascent's hands, holding them up to her own, fingers splayed, ”Our hands are the same shape, and padded. Your talons may be gold, but they're as hard as mine, and sharp.”
She flicked her tail out and flared the fins, ”And our tails are the same, though yours are covered in feathers. Your stone-giver was white and feathery, beautiful like yourself. But then again... looks aren't everything. I can't wait to see who you'll become, my dear.”
She looked over to Vanyel and smiled, watching her boy connect. Warmth flared in her chest and she preened, her scales raising along her neck like feathers. It felt like a hole had been filled.