Ozinvey
Happily chasing a butterfly caught on the breeze, this young hatchling was blissfully unaware that she had traveled so far and so long that she was now as lost as the ancient writings of forged time.
Up and down she chased the colorful little thing, giggling as it lazily flitted about.
Her stomach gave a sudden rumble and she stopped, finally taking in her surroundings and noticing that she had long since passed the borders of the Southern Icefield. A panic started to settle into the young one's mind as she looked frantically about for her parents.
She called for hours, leaping from bush to bush. When she couldn't find them she sat down and cried, running her tiny claws over the pretty pink ribbon her mother had given her.

Just then, a shadow flew over her. In a spur of hope, she jumped up and squealed, thinking it was her mother. But when the skydancer landed in response to her call, she was terrified to see that this was definitely not anyone she recognised.
She sprinted away as fast as she could, hiding under a fern, thinking the stranger hadn't seen her hide. But when the leaves were pulled back by big huge claws to reveal where she was cowering, she gave another little squeal and ducked down as hard as she could into the ground.
But instead of trying to eat her like she expected, the stranger picked her up and cradled her next to a hatching that she was already holding.
Suddenly bursting with joy, she reached out and hugged the hatching. Finally a familiar face. Her sister was there with her, too. And the stranger was so kind as she held the two of them close.
Slowly her fear began to subside, and the bow, tied loosely around her torso, was finally released from her anxious grasp.
She was safe. With her family.
Koekii laughed loudly as she cuddled her sister back. They were glad to have each other.
And Ronakreg was glad to have both of them.