*Any day now. Aurthur gave the eggs another gentle nuzzle. Any day now, and the eggs would hatch. Would it be today' Unlikely. Another gentle nuzzle as he turned each egg carefully. He could feel little movements beneath the shell. The hatchlings within were getting restless. The way that Aurthur doted on the eggs, one would think that HE were the female, the way he brooded over the eggs.
And nearby on a small table next to the nest, two necklaces lay. Within each of the clear soul gems, a golden scale, and the warm, comforting scent of a loving mother. The gift from Fleet for the new hatchlings. When they grew old enough to wear them, of course.
He started to hum, and the hum became low, wordless music. He wondered if the hatchlings inside could hear him, yet' Some said they could hear their parents from the shell in the last days before hatching. He never remembered anything from his time in the shell. Of course, with his egg abandoned, he didn't think that was much of a loss.
Finally, he spoke a poem that he had read recently, and he found it to be very fitting.
"At rest in fields of flowers we heard your song And learned it and knew you wanted to be born. Singing your song in warm night among the stars We came together singing, your voice in our hearts; Singing, we made your egg and heard your song inside.. You thanked us with your song of joy and blessed us. Now as you are born we sing your song, And as you hatch we sing your song. When you take your mate your song will be sung, And when you pass beyond the mountain We will sing your song in joy and sadness, and When we remember, your song will fill our hearts. This is the Dragon way, to welcome and to say goodbye."
**OOC note: This is not my poem, much as I wish it were. This is actually a poem from Robin Wayne Bailey's third book in the Dragonkin Trilogy, "Undersky."**
And nearby on a small table next to the nest, two necklaces lay. Within each of the clear soul gems, a golden scale, and the warm, comforting scent of a loving mother. The gift from Fleet for the new hatchlings. When they grew old enough to wear them, of course.
He started to hum, and the hum became low, wordless music. He wondered if the hatchlings inside could hear him, yet' Some said they could hear their parents from the shell in the last days before hatching. He never remembered anything from his time in the shell. Of course, with his egg abandoned, he didn't think that was much of a loss.
Finally, he spoke a poem that he had read recently, and he found it to be very fitting.
"At rest in fields of flowers we heard your song And learned it and knew you wanted to be born. Singing your song in warm night among the stars We came together singing, your voice in our hearts; Singing, we made your egg and heard your song inside.. You thanked us with your song of joy and blessed us. Now as you are born we sing your song, And as you hatch we sing your song. When you take your mate your song will be sung, And when you pass beyond the mountain We will sing your song in joy and sadness, and When we remember, your song will fill our hearts. This is the Dragon way, to welcome and to say goodbye."
**OOC note: This is not my poem, much as I wish it were. This is actually a poem from Robin Wayne Bailey's third book in the Dragonkin Trilogy, "Undersky."**