Carja had watched the egg for a few days, now, having spotted it on her way back from Monoceros to Cetus. She kept coming back, concerned about it's placement and the risk that the creature inside could fall and hurt themselves pretty badly.

Today she came with a deer in her jaws, hanging limply, completely dead with its head torn off. She settled herself down underneath the chrysalis and started to eat, tearing it into manageable chunks to swallow whole. She occasionally looked up at the egg, the vents on her neck open and glowing to allow her to cool down, steam rising up from them, hopefully also warming the egg.

She heard the crack, a kick, and looked up, throat billowing in excitement as she stood suddenly, peering up at it.

"Hello?", she asked, dancing in excitement, "Are you hatching? I'll catch you!"

The baby inside probably didn't understand spoken words, but Carja didn't mind. She'd comfort them once they were out.

Carja ducked and covered herself with her wings, slowly lifting her head to peer up at the chrysalis in surprise. She lowered her wings and gasped as the baby started to fall, scuttling around before flying into the air, arms held out to catch the child.

She managed to get a hold of the child and fluttered down to the ground, ever so gently lowering her down onto the soft forest floor. She backed up and lowered her head to sniff at Arquia, cooing gently as she saw green scales and wings.

A dragon! Like her!

"Hi...", she said, already enamored with the teeny thing, "Oh you're so small- you're lucky I was here to catch you."

Slowly, she lay herself down, tucking her wings in and peering at the child, letting her get herself situated before Carja got her food or anything. The world was big and bright, and it took a bit of getting used to.

Carja's head shrank back like a turtle's, her vents closing and her glittering, bespeckled with teeny tiny little stars, covering the dark black and purple and blues that stretched across her scales. They almost seemed to glitter, an illusion caused by the smaller, almost unnoticeable dots splattered between them.

The dragon slowly craned her head forward again to peer into the log, her glowing eyes opened wide in interest.

She sat back and hummed, tapping a talon on her mouth. She herself ran hot naturally, but she knew that Dread and a few others liked to bask for warmth... maybe this baby would appreciate being warm.

"Here," she said softly, fanning her wings gently to push the sudden rise of hot air towards the baby dragon, "I'll keep you warm until you're comfortable enough to come out, okay?"

Carja purred softly and let her nose drift forward, nostrils flaring gently, "Hey there, pretty one..."

She booped her nose against Arquia's and drew away, still radiating heat as much as possible, "It's okay, I won't hurt you, pinky promise."

She held up the pinky of her hand, which had the shortest talon of all of her fingers, and seemed to be growing back from an injury, probably from being broken or torn out from hunting. Needless to say, it wasn't as menacing as she promised no harm.

"Can you come out?", she asked gently, "I'll bet it's not as damp out here as it is in there."

Carja nodded gently and wiggled her pinky before setting her paw down, "Promise. I actually have a sister who's smaller than you. Her name's Lass and I found her too! She's so small that she fits in flowers."

She cocked her head at the question and pointed at herself, "Me? My name's Carja, though I'm also known as Voidwing. I got the name from my friend, Sunny! She's smaller than you and she's a snail!"

The dragon was laying down, now, curled in a half-moon shape, her paws crossed as she faced Arquia, a warm smile on her face. She had her wings settled down beside her with her tail flicking back and forth like a cat's, the fins collapsed and giving the tail a thin, whip-like edge.

"What's your name?", she asked.