Finally, it was time. A deep breath was taken as the dragoness uprooted a few iceflowers near the path to the lair.
They weren't in the way, no, but they were being moved someplace, a sacred place. A place to honor the fallen of her kin.
Ice blue gaze studied the pathway that led through their territory, a bit of a smile given spotting Tiamatus on guard.
Soon she was moving, walking slowly past the lair, to those behind, the guardians.
The twins.., the silent sentinel trees that stood firmly, gnarled roots spread in the soil.
So close enough, that the pair of large trees could withstand most any charge from the rear, they had protected her from Red a long time ago, when the crimson dragon chased her through the forest.
He was too big, and the branches had caught and scraped at his wings, preventing his passing through, though the smaller dragon had little trouble.
She was not there for the twins though, the sentinels held something much more dear beneath.
The stones, carved by claw.., In memory of a beloved Grandson, and one unmarked, un named, for a name unknown, a little one.
Easing to her haunches, the uprooted iceflowers found a new home, talons digging in the soil, she'd not want to harm the flowers, they were special after all.
A gift from the nest she'd hatched in, so long ago, back in a forest, lost to destruction.
Ice blue eyes held gaze with the stone of Sileth, Sento had a stone nearby as well, though she'd not known where her son's body truly lay.
A quiet nod, as the wind whistled through the twin sentinels, rattling the leaves, it was almost as if she could hear their voices in the wind.
Softly, she spoke then, to the stones, to the memories of what were and what might have been, to the kin who's lives were cut short.
"I am here" Still no tears threatened to spill from her ice blue eyes, though inside her heart still hurt, and silently she still mourned.
"You've a little girl Sileth", speaking now to her grandson as if he were standing right in front of her, instead of the stone.
"She's a pretty little one, your mate is doing alright as well. Though I haven't seen her leave the lair much, I think maybe she should get out more, at least into the sunshine."
Even here, the sun filtered through the branches, not much at first, but enough to let the flowers florish. Finally, a smile was given, not one forced, but one of a mother who still cared for her kin, a nod to the three markers.
"I will come back later and visit, maybe then, I'll have more to tell you.
Rising to her taloned feet, and ever so carefully so as not to disturb any more soil, she turned and slid back toward the lair.
They weren't in the way, no, but they were being moved someplace, a sacred place. A place to honor the fallen of her kin.
Ice blue gaze studied the pathway that led through their territory, a bit of a smile given spotting Tiamatus on guard.
Soon she was moving, walking slowly past the lair, to those behind, the guardians.
The twins.., the silent sentinel trees that stood firmly, gnarled roots spread in the soil.
So close enough, that the pair of large trees could withstand most any charge from the rear, they had protected her from Red a long time ago, when the crimson dragon chased her through the forest.
He was too big, and the branches had caught and scraped at his wings, preventing his passing through, though the smaller dragon had little trouble.
She was not there for the twins though, the sentinels held something much more dear beneath.
The stones, carved by claw.., In memory of a beloved Grandson, and one unmarked, un named, for a name unknown, a little one.
Easing to her haunches, the uprooted iceflowers found a new home, talons digging in the soil, she'd not want to harm the flowers, they were special after all.
A gift from the nest she'd hatched in, so long ago, back in a forest, lost to destruction.
Ice blue eyes held gaze with the stone of Sileth, Sento had a stone nearby as well, though she'd not known where her son's body truly lay.
A quiet nod, as the wind whistled through the twin sentinels, rattling the leaves, it was almost as if she could hear their voices in the wind.
Softly, she spoke then, to the stones, to the memories of what were and what might have been, to the kin who's lives were cut short.
"I am here" Still no tears threatened to spill from her ice blue eyes, though inside her heart still hurt, and silently she still mourned.
"You've a little girl Sileth", speaking now to her grandson as if he were standing right in front of her, instead of the stone.
"She's a pretty little one, your mate is doing alright as well. Though I haven't seen her leave the lair much, I think maybe she should get out more, at least into the sunshine."
Even here, the sun filtered through the branches, not much at first, but enough to let the flowers florish. Finally, a smile was given, not one forced, but one of a mother who still cared for her kin, a nod to the three markers.
"I will come back later and visit, maybe then, I'll have more to tell you.
Rising to her taloned feet, and ever so carefully so as not to disturb any more soil, she turned and slid back toward the lair.