Topic: The time grows near

Solaria

Date: 2015-06-26 09:00 EST
Nest building was new to the young gold, but she'd watched her mother in the past. Her mother gone now, quarantined for her own safety, lost in her own mind....Her father still missing.

Twigs and branches lay in a heap as she eyed her mate. Drakmere had been helping in the task. It had been some time since the black male had first been assigned to her by her Aunt as a helper. Love had budded and bloomed within time.

Not just for herself, but also for their unborn son.

She saw the proud look upon her mate's face as he helped line the nest with soft things. Leaves and mud, feathers and moss.

Her own snout nudging a branch or two into place. It wouldn't be much longer. The elven woman Gladys had eased her worries when a palm had been placed upon her belly earlier. Blessing the egg and their child within.

A last bit off moss was settled, before she'd take her place, resting a top the mound.

Stormshadow

Date: 2015-06-26 09:20 EST
Tending the lair while her sister healed was not an easy task. Dragonlings scampered about, playing tag, and getting into mischief. Nipping each other's tails, before springing, practicing pouncing that would serve them well later in life, when they learned to hunt.

A few squeaked excitedly, scampering about their Aunt's ankles. They'd learned that they would be getting a new sibling. A new hatchling to play with. A few trailing just behind her tail.

She's explained time and again that they would have to be gentle, and that it would take time before the young mother would even lay.

Stopping at her niece's chamber, the black peered quietly within. Checking up on the young parents to be.

Numberous dragonlings soon peeked around her ankles, each scaled in a different hue, through eyes wide with innocence they spotted the young gold resting on the nest. The dark male laying nearby, obviously doting on his mate.

A nuzzle, and light nudge sent the younglings scattering, scampering back down the halls of the lair where their elder siblings kept watch.

A rumble would let the young mates know she was there, before she'd turn and move to her own chamber to rest. Leaving the pair to their task.

Gladys

Date: 2015-06-26 10:05 EST
Kneeling beside the young gold, a damp cloth held within her hand. She started to gently stroke the young mother's scaly hide, offering encouragement.

The time was nearing she could tell, by the way the small gold's swollen belly was starting to clench. Keeping up her encouragement, The cloth would lightly brush against the golden female's brow ridge. There was something special about this one, though there also was a bit of dark magic that she felt upon checking the gold's belly earlier

Dark magic that even she couldn't dispel. It did not seem to be harming the egg, instead, binding it to the gold.

Something meant to be.

Drakmere

Date: 2015-06-26 12:58 EST
*He paced anxiously around the nest and his beautiful golden mate, occasionally stopping to give her a tender nuzzle. He was growing restless, as the time grew near. Gladys was tolerated, his eyes always checking on her with his mate though. No one else would be allowed near. He had promised his Aunt Icer that she could be present for the laying, felt that it was only right for her to be there. But he had heard about her being unwell, unpredictable. He was relucutant, but ultimately sent Tiamatus with the message: The time was coming soon.

Over time, Drakmere forgot that the egg was not from himself. He was anxious and eager to be a father, and what first time parent isn't' He stopped in his pacing to fix a small protrusion from the nest, flatting it against the side so it wouldn't give his mate any discomfort. She and the egg were his only concerns now, to the point here someone, usual his mother, would have to bring them food, so reluctant was he to leave her side.

*He felt his mother's presence before he saw her peek in at them from the hallway. He lifted his head, sending her a proud smile. All was well.*

Solaria

Date: 2015-06-27 01:10 EST
She watched her mate pace, Nostrils flaring out her breath. No one had ever let her know how painful laying could be. The nuzzle from her mate drawing her focus.

Gladys remained nearby, gently brushing her scales with the damp cloth. A faint hiss sounding as her belly muscles clenched again...

Sleep overtook the gold as her mate sat nearby. A wing unfurled, resting over the nest. Hiding beneath it...A single speckled egg.