Nephthys

"Who are you?" The meek voice wavers. Even in the cold, no cloud comes from their lips. "I am the mother," the dragon's mouth does not move, even as her body coils and slinks around, "the mother of lost things. Lost souls." Her words vibrate, almost buzz, through the lost lamb's skull. Another timid squeak leaves their lungs as she approaches, double it's size easily. "Will you hurt me?" It asks, aware of who the prey is in this situation. To its surprise, she laughs. Her breath is warm, as is her being. It radiates to the lamb, comforting and akin to a blanket. It feels safe. "No, little one. I protect lost things like you. Come, now. You need not be afraid of me." Without another ounce of hesitation, the lamb follows her into the darkness.

-story by Chirps