The obsidian stone that Dread had left had been growing steadily over the cycle, big enough now that Asimona was unable to even sleep in her own nest, the space taken up by the life-growing stones. It was overdue, by a little while, and the dragon within was conscious - minimally so, but content to stay in this state of half-form for some time.

But now he realized that the chrysalis around him had stopped growing, while he'd continued to get larger and larger. His body was pressing taught against the outer walls of the crystal and he figured, finally, that he might as well leave.

With a rumbling sound, muted by dark-colored fluid, the dragon began to stretch, pushing against the edges of the stone. It shivered against his weight, but didn't give. He pushed harder, but got the same results. This was pointless. It was hard to move in here, but he shifted as best he could until his legs were pointed towards the wall of the chrysalis and, with a single, strong kick, the obsidian shattered, dropping the hatchling onto the ground. Or, well, onto Asimona's nest.

He let out a high-pitched baby squeak as he tumbled forward, spilling dark liquid all over the icy stone. He took in his first breath and promptly sneezed as he got a face full of snow. Well...he was free now. Was something else supposed to happen? Could he go back to sleep? He hadn't yet opened his eyes yet, perfectly content to just curl up and sleep for a little bit longer.

The hatchling didn't notice, at first, that there was another stone nearby, nor that it was hatching. Not until it let out a squeak did he turn his head, curious, to the other one nearby. It was pristine white, like the snow and ice around them, and looked radically different then him, if taking a few glances at himself was anything to tell. Perhaps to others this might seem silly - they were both dragons, they both had wings and claws and tails and similar reptilian features, but to one that had only seen himself - smooth, streamlined, with four limbs and a whipping tail - to see a heavier, sturdy-built creature like his sister was like staring at an alien.

He pushed himself to his feet, holding up his torso with the strong muscles in his wings, and stepping forward, stretching forward his neck to sniff curiously at the other dragon. It smelled...like nothing, really. Like life. And ice, although everything smelled like ice. What did ice smell like?

At the burst of heat he hissed with surprise and jerked back. The feeling of the wave of hot washing over him was uncomfortably unpleasant - he much preferred that icy coldness of the world they'd hatched to. "Cold," he snorted back, but less of a question - it was cold here, yes, and that's how it was supposed to be. All he wanted to do was make everything around here cold, but as a strange, chilly feeling rolled over his gems, pain began to slowly sneak into his head from the little black dots on his forehead. The temperature around him slowly began heating against his will. "Warm?" he offered back, apparently about as creative as his sister at coming up with conversation topics.

Svartis opened his jaws to protest - the other dragon had misunderstood him, apparently. He did not want it warm, he wanted it cold! But whatever he was about to say died before a single sound came out as the other hatchling toddled over and proceeded to curl up next to him. At first, his head snaked back - this was weird. She felt weird. Touch felt weird. And he was growing restless now that he was awake. But he found himself unable and unwilling to step away. Child-like innocence was now a barrier and he felt a weird stirring in his chest. They’d hatched together. This made them...family.

And that was more important than exploring.

He let out a small grunt and settled himself down next to his sister. ”Safe,” he agreed, glancing around. Yes, the little nook certainly felt like safety. They were protected here. Guarded by natural barriers. He nodded his head - yes, this was home. That seemed like the right word for this place. ”Home. Good. We...are...safe here. Home.” What they were safe from, well, he had absolutely no idea. But safety was good, that’s all that he could tell.

He pressed closer against his sister - thankfully, he hadn’t inherited his mother’s icy aura - and opened a wing to drape it over her neck, minding the half-grown spikes so that it didn’t pierce the leathery membrane. His armored chest pressed against her, to share his warmth with hers. This was...not something he was too happy with - he was starting to feel too hot already, but perhaps for this dragon, he’d make an exception.

He was just barely starting to get a little more used to the warmth of Bone next to him when wingbeats alerted him to a presence, just as his sister did. He raised his head and turned, watching as a great silver dragon landed before them and stepped forward. Who was this, then? Bone was startled and that wouldn't do. His lip curled and a small threatening growl rose from his chest, but it died away quickly when this draogn spoke warmly. Warm in a good way - not an uncomfortable heat way but something that made him feel safe. Good.

He blinked when she touched him gently with her snout. So she was...mother? He understood what that meant. She was their mother. She loved them, then, and they were meant to love her back. Of course. Family. That's what this was. It was coming to Svartis in bits and pieces and his baby brain constructed them into something that could be considered a whole. There wasn't much initial emotional reaction, not until Bone looked up and squeaked loudly, calling him "brother."

That sent a surge of energy and joy through the young dragon and he lifted his head, roaring to the ceiling (very squeakily but he was trying his best!). "MOTHER. SISTER!" Yes, they were family and now that Bone had named herself, as that's what he assumed, he felt the need to come up with something as well. Something better. Words tossed in his head that he didn't understand until he came up with one that sounded pretty right. "Svartis," he rumbled, but the meaning of it escaped him. It didn't matter. It sounded cool.