Chromis

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A small egg was surrounded by trees near the Sunbeam Ruins, safley hidden under a bush. It rocked slowly in the wind. The Emperor was a small figure in the distance, and it let out a roar. Even being so far away, the boom of the noise shook the little egg more.. And the dragon inside woke.
It was spooked by the commotion and tried to figure out what was going on. It clawed at the darkness around it and the shell eventually gave in. A tiny Bogsneak let out a startled squeak as it fell into the grass and dirt. Being under a bush, it was yet to see light. It slowly observed its surroundings and tried to get itself out of the bush. Being a newborn, however, it could not move very well and kept stumbling over roots and twigs.
It eventually stumbled out of the bush and was greeted by a ray of sunight. The Bogsneak squeaked again and tried to shield its eyes, but soon realized its eyes adjusted quickly to the light, being a light element after all. Its skin began to feel uncomfortable, though. Bogsneaks were much more adapted to cooler spaces, not direct sunlight, even when elementally alligned with light. It let out a soft cry, unsure how to make the feeling stop. Its cries were soon stopped when a shadow loomed over the young bogsneak...
"Well, thats not something you would see every day.." The voice muttered. The small dragon realized it felt better when in the shade of this creatures shadow, so it crawled closer to it. "Wait, whats it doing? Its coming closer! EW! NO!" It cried, it backed away and the Bogsneak was exposed to the sunlight again. It let out another small cry, untill another voice spoke.
"Striker! WHAT are you doing??"
"This THING came right out of a bush and started waddling up to me!"
"Its not a THING, its a baby DRAGON! A newborn to be exact."
"A newborn? Wait, does that mean its imprinted on me!? I DONT WANNA BE THE PARENT!"
The Bogsneak looked up. One of the speakers was tall with four (Six? The young Bogsneak could not tell) legs and the other was smaller and feathered. The feathered one let out a sigh. "Would it imprint on you though? You are a Centaur, not a dragon."
"And why should I belive you?"
"..Becuase I was one of the first harpies to ever tame a dragon if not THE first?"
"That was a COMPLETLEY different species that had a diet of only meat!"
The feathered one slowly walked over to the hatchling and picked it up. It let out a small squeak, but soon realized it was not in any immideate danger. The feathers were actually very soft and the Bogsneak tried to snuggle in.
"I think taking that thing home with us is not a good idea" The "Centaur" one muttered. The feathered one let out a vicious growl, but resisted the urge to do whatever it was going to do, and said calmly, "And I think if you keep bothering me I am going to PERSONALLY rip your eyes out and leave you for the dragons."
"Says the MALE harpy who refuses to stay in camp"
"First of all, I am by far one of the most capable harpies we have. Second of all, I can take care of MYSELF. I know the risks of being out here. And I dont really care what the females to to say about my safety."
"I really dont like you, you know."
The Bogsneak sensed the tension in the air, and let out another cry. "Great, now you made it upset. Lets get out of here before we attract any attention!"