((When in doubt, go for the synthesis. Let's meet halfway!))
Night's starry blanket had begun to recede as Dawn spread her rosy wings across the canvas that was the sky. Any dragons enthusiastic about seeing daybreak in particular had an hour or less to enjoy the view; the bloom of morning would more often than not decay into a foggy, faded crimson as though to reflect the agony of the earth below it.
One such dragon was Ignition, who was already perched on a massive, curved spike jutting out of the ground, not far from the lair. Legend had it that such spikes like these were actually remnants of a long-dead Emperor. Countless clans had then united-- even rivals-- under the wings of the Plaguebringer herself to slay the excrescent behemoth. Thoughtfully, as she looked heavenward, the Noc recalled her adoptive mother's addition of the tale: she herself had been part of this united front and struggle as a Deadland Disciple that directly served the Filthy One. As a reward for her service, the deity reincarnated the faithful Familiar as a Mirror, as her faithful agent.
Whether Kerrigan told the truth, Ignition couldn't guess; the Matriarch always changed the tale of her origin. The only constant was a connection of some sort to the Plaguebringer. It had come to a point that she and her other foster siblings simply nodded whenever the Mirror would launch into such stories. Even the Brood Overlord couldn't fathom his mate, it appeared, and often just let her be.
In the middle of her pondering, the earth opened up. Deinomache emerged, followed by a somber, fragile-looking Skydancer.
"Good morning," chirped the Noc, with wing raised in greeting. "You ready for the trip?"
The Wildclaw beamed. "Oh, yes, indeed. I'm raring to see what the Stormcatcher's domain is like." Turning to look at the Skydancer beside her, her demeanor shifted a little to that of sadness. "I only wish I could have you with me for this brief jaunt, Sinag, dear."
In response, Sinag touched her head to Deinomache's, quietly. When she finally spoke, it was not through her mouth, but through telepathy.
If only I were granted a stronger body, then I would go with you wherever the Swarm wills. But, alas-- even now, I feel the air around us threatening to snuff my very being. The frail Dancer closed her eyes as she withdrew from her mate.
Go now, love. You serve a high cause; we will be together once more when you have fulfilled your mission...
Until then, I will pray for your safe return.
In no time, the pair set off, eager and anxious to uphold a newly forged alliance. The Skydancer chose to watch them, with longing, until the sun's rays grew unbearable for the sensitive dragon and she was forced to retreat into safety.
