Unnamed

Gathered on first turn of scavenging on the day he was hatched!

Skydancer, lionfish/toxin/opal?

"I don't understand why we have to do this.." Whined one of the hatchlings twining around Uncanny's knees- One of Betrakun's many long and noodly progeny, and he lifted his claws before he ended up accidentally hog-tied. Several of the other hatchlings who had made the trip to the festival- The Riot of Rot, in the age of 18 and 20, an admittedly long journey from their Wind territory, took up the cry, whinging for treats or to ride their sires and elders instead.

"Because, several of the clan hail from Plague-aligned parentage. Those of Simmaron, those of Betrakun, and any of you blessed in the mirror breed. All of you owe the Plaguebringer part of your lives, your wellbeing, and your strength." Uncanny explained, ever-patient, though he still dumped a nocturne child off his wing with a shake, "Unforgotten is here to pay her homage for the strength our clan has received. That you, our children, have survived a brush with the scale rot last year. To ask for Plaguebringer's blessings in the future, to claim she is worthy of it."

He paused, letting the hatchlings digest this, before fanning his crests out, playfully, and spread his wings, both taking on odd colors in their pale places from the strange glow of the Riot's central, temporary Wyrmpool. "And, it is to enjoy and test yourselves before the eye of the Plaguebringer, and riot in her name!" He pounced, amid squealing and darting hatchlings, landing on the sole Imperial wyrmling in their clan, who was already almost bigger than himself, shoving him to the ground and mussing his mane. His victim squawked and flailed, giggling and pawing. The rest of the hatchlings, with quick glances to the other chaparones, scattered, whooping and flapping, and joining the throng of dragons also attending.

Most of the attendees were mirrors of all eyes, and in traditional fashion, the entire Riot festival was almost permanently moving, making endless circles around the Wyrmpool, though a number of clan leaders scaled the large statue of the diety that sat in the infested liquid, paying their respects. Some explained the trials they put their clans through, that they had survived. Some blunted their claws against the impossible bone the statue consisted of, trying to carve replicas of their own scars into their Patron's image. Still others bloodletted directly into the seething waters, chanting.

Unforgotten, however, had gotten held up before even reaching the Wyrmpool's bubbling edges. One of the Beastclans, a serthis nest who had claimed alliance with the Plaguebringer- Their 'Mother-of-Venom', had called out to her. She now sat in a low burrow, wet with the permanently unidentifiable growths that contained the Wyrmpool, squinting harshly at the downy ball of spindly limbs that squinted back at her with too many eyes.

"What is it."

"We believe the breed calls itself 'Skydancer', missthus. We beleive it to be a gift directly from our Mother-of-Venom, and it called to you as you passed. We bring it to you as we do not believe we can raise it with the strength our Mother-of-Venom demands."

Unforgotten twitched her crests in acknowledgement, but her eyes remained locked on the tiny skydancer, who, impatient, shreed, mouth open wide. Tiny teeth lined the baby's beak, and Unforgotten huffed, amused, at its boldness. "You will have to keep up." She instructed, eyeing the thin, short legs that splayed awkwardly, and the hatchling obediantly scrabbled, dragging itself up and stumbling towards Unforgotten's claws. She recoiled slightly, having not been blessed with the most maternal of streaks, but nevertheless, allowed it to latch onto her leg and chirp happily, blinking far too many eyes. The serthis dutifully showed her back out of their scrape.