The Nature representatives hurried forward with their eggs; one had a bright pink flower wobbling dangerously from the top; the other was merely beginning to dry and shrivel as the hatchling emerged.
"I don't think they're supposed to look like that," Myrdin said, poking his nose at the bright blossom. "The hatchling is supposed to absorb the energy from the plant before it flowers."
The shriveled husk began to shrink and peel back, revealing a young Skydancer. He stretched his wings and smiled at his foster mother. "Hello."
"Hello," Leafstep replied. "Have you a message from the Gladekeeper for us?"
The Skydancer looked grave. "Yes. Something horrible is soon to emerge; an evil of ancient times. All dragons are to beware. She has felt their presences moving once more."
Aoide and Boreas looked at each other. "We will prepare to face this evil then."
The other egg ripped open with a metallic screech. The Gaoler that emerged was not that unusual-looking. The fact that his body appeared segmented like an insect's was not that unusual. The fact that bright pink flowers appeared all over his body was not unusual. But the fact that each and every flower individually opened and closed continually, like a myriad of eyes, or mouths...
"Is
that the horror prophesied?" Boreas hissed.
The Skydancer looked at him with sad eyes. "No."
"Clawrice! Marquise! Livewire! If I ever get my claws on you..." Spiritus' voice echoed down the side of the cliffs as he chased the trio away from the gathering.
Purple is apparently also one of those ones-that-I-like-better-Basic-than-gened.
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