James had been... helpful, to say the least, in assuaging some of Wyvern's fears about this child. About... reviving it. The strange snail had made sure she knew, several times over, how precarious this could be. Wyvern knew that the magic in this alexandrite was fragile -- she knew that she only really had one chance.

Wyvern had recently claimed one of the smaller half-caves near Asimona's den as her own, further away from the heat of the vents to give herself some room to breathe. Her meager lair was not full of much, but her rose quartz shard from her chrysalis was tucked away. Wyvern took a deep breath and picked up the alexandrite in one of her feet, carefully. Maintaining her balance as she looked it over and held it up to the nearby lights. They were dimming as evening approached, the one nearest to her flickering obnoxiously. She had half a mind to just smash it so she didn't have to deal with the flashing, but had never really gotten around to actually doing it.

The macaw dragon drew a deep breath and channeled her intent. This was it. Now or never, she decided, firmly. Either she did this now, or she never did it at all--!

Anxiety hammered in her heart as she felt herself drain -- magic was exhausting. Or maybe it was just this magic? Either way, Wyvern gently placed it on the ground and watched, holding her breath, until... she saw it move. Her eyes lit up and when she pushed it ever so gently, it did not move. The stone had rooted to the ground, and was already beginning to grow! She breathed out a sigh of relief and curled up nearby, her head tucked between her wings as she watched it. A pleasant chill filled her, like fluffy snow and playing chase in Autumn.

She was a mother now.

And this was her child.


/exit wyvern to sleep