Vyntolo

From the Sepulcher: Pinkerlocke Dragon
Day 1
Eggs that hatched in the dark of what might have been a cave, except that the walls were so intentionally cut. Eggs of different families, of different breath and blood. They had hatched at a distance of one day from the first to the next, and again to the last. Their eyes, faintly aglow with magic, were the only light in the closed-off dark.
The white-coated child, first-hatched in this place, instinctively understood that he would be the protector. Because he did not need his eyes to see, and because he had been alone for what had been an eternity then- to be alone was the worst pain, he had decided, when the second hatched, and the mewling little Fae had emerged. He did not have words to share with it.
They had both been there when the last emerged, eyes brighter than anything they’d seen before. The pale child had found all the smooth capsules which had been at all similar to what the Fae had come from, and collected them together- but this one was the only one that had ben healthy enough to hatch after. The rest seemed to sag and crumble as she made her way out of that impromptu nest.

Elsewhere, other beings hatched, with scales of blackened chitin- in a cluster of five, three crawled free, and shared their thoughts without words between them. This place they had emerged into would become their colony, it was decided.

Day 4


Day 15
The stone that covered the entrance- what was found to be the entrance which had been covered in stones, had since been cleared. The smell of air- fresh, clean, pure- was almost too much after their lifetimes spent, short though they had been, in the dark and musty grave.

Vyntolo had found others, while she explored the further depths. Found a cave, where the stone was not hewn, and where one could cut their feet on the edges of broken rocks. It did not affect her- snappers, after all, are designed for the great deserts and mines of the Earthshaker. The others she had found were strange.

It was the others- the dark ones, who spoke in strange hisses and the buzzing of insect wings, that had shown her that there was a way out.

But even knowing that there was a world of light above, Vyntolo didn’t see the need to go there- not yet. Some force of instinct, perhaps also born of her breed, demanded her delve deeper. She thanked the strange buzzing dragons; the ones who looked like, and not like, the two who had fallen ill before, who had stopped breathing. Stopped glowing with magic. Seeing them was unnerving, for how little in common they had.

Tenph, who had before been found by those strange dragons, offered to join Vyntolo, whichever way she went. Said of themself that they liked the [PAWN] and [BISHOP] well enough, but they enjoyed just as much the exploration- that it was that wanderlust which had brought them out of the nest and into the wilds so quickly.

“Then we may travel together,” Vyntolo agreed.

Day 19