The Chrysalis twitched.

It stood in the middle of a patch of dead grass. The Chrysalis was bright and bold, a slightly glowing gold, standing up straight from the ground. If one were to look closely, they'd be able to make out the blurred edges of a black figure inside of the Chrysalis. Surrounding the golden Chrysalis was dry, dead grass, a dull brown made even duller by the bright coloration of the Chrysalis.

The shape inside of the Chrysalis seemed to shift, and the Chrysalis jolted. There was an audible crack, as a jagged line appeared in the side of it. The figure inside writhed, and there was a soft thud thud crack!, as a second line formed. And, with a final crack!, a third crack formed, and the Chrysalis began to crumble.

The tiny dark grey figure was unceremoniously dumped to the ground with a soft 'thud, and it lay there, stunned, surrounded by glistening pieces of gleaming amber.

Blue had retreived the children. Not long after he had gotten them back, he had created a small back thing to put them in with leaved he grew, making it easier than carrying them in his mouth. However, he soon stopped his return to his goose, hearing cracks and thuds. Someone new?

Blueberry walked towards where he heard the noise, grinning when he found the pup laying on the ground. Perhaps he could take it with him. "Hi there, I'm Blueberry Sage. Do you have a name?" He asked kindly, his voice soft, almost at a whisper. He didn't want to scare the child, even though it wasn't his he still felt the instinct to protect the Gemling.

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"Hear my war cry"

Tags: @Jayberry
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The little pup squeaked quietly, shaking her head uncomfortably. Overly large ears flopped this way and that, before twitching at the sound of something heavy approaching. She raised her head, blinking foam-yellow eyes up at the beast of a Gembound in front of her. It had something funny on its back, and something sticking out of its head. She tilted her head, looking up at the thing. It was talking to her, and she had to puzzle over what it meant.

Name? No, she didn't have a name. So she shook her head, clambering up onto overly-large paws and shaky legs. "No name! No name!" she singsonged, shaking her head.

@Blueberry

Blue grinned as the pup stood on shaky legs, replying very enthusiastically. Well, no name wouldn't work at all, would it? The moose thought for a long moment, before smiling down at the gemling.

"I'll call you Jayberry then. Or maybe Jay for short. That sound good kiddo?" Blue asked, his voice hopeful that the pup would like the name. Although he had a negative bias towards canine's, because this one was so young he felt protective of it. Perhaps it was the result of having his own children, or maybe it was just his natural instincts kicking in. Actually, strike the second one. Natural instincts would tell him to run.

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"Hear my war cry"

Tags: @Jayberry
Notes: here

The pup looked up at the moose, tilting her head from side to side. It looked funny! Its head was long and lumpy, big and broad like the rest of it. There were funny looking things on its back, although she couldn't tell what it - they? - was, or were.

It seemed to be friendly, judging by the look on its face, and she tried to mimic it, dropping her jaw and panting in a doggy smile. She wagged her tail, pondering over the name she was given. "Jayberry Jayberry Jay Jay Jay! I am Jayberry!" she sang, bobbing her head happily. Yes, she liked it, she liked it a lot!

@Blueberry