09-07-2019, 08:47 PM
She bursts into life like a blast of pure white light, and there is something about her that is angelic in appearance, but it can’t be the fact that a tiny white-and-gold dragon has just appeared in the forests of Loess as if dropped from the heavens themselves. If only she knew what her soulmate’s own birth was like, the polar opposite in the freezing snows of Pangea, but she is too young and too innocent to comprehend the bloody manner in which he has come forth. She cannot even understand the meaning of the word soulmate, for it is not a word she has ever heard uttered.
The young dragoness recalls the sounds of her mother’s voice, and the sweet whispers from within the confines of her womb. She doesn’t understand why her mother isn’t here now, or why the only thing keeping her warm is the flames crackling inside of her. It’s so cold here, nothing like the safety of her dam, and being here all alone is so frightening. This world is too big and too cold and too bright, and she curls up tighter under the tree she was left beneath, too shy to try and go explore this new world.
Eventually her strength runs low and the dragon fades away, leaving a small blue foal upon the snow instead. She is colder in this form, she immediately discovers, though the fire is still there. Squeaking pitifully, she wonders if anyone will find her here – specifically, her mother. She doesn’t want to be alone anymore but she doesn’t know how to not be alone and it frightens her. Every moment until now, she had been safe and warm and comfortable, and now she is somewhere else entirely.
Bleating again, she struggles to pull herself to her tiny hooves, balancing precariously for a moment on her knees before her feet are beneath her and she is standing. She stands proudly and refuses to fall, and calls again, louder this time.
The young dragoness recalls the sounds of her mother’s voice, and the sweet whispers from within the confines of her womb. She doesn’t understand why her mother isn’t here now, or why the only thing keeping her warm is the flames crackling inside of her. It’s so cold here, nothing like the safety of her dam, and being here all alone is so frightening. This world is too big and too cold and too bright, and she curls up tighter under the tree she was left beneath, too shy to try and go explore this new world.
Eventually her strength runs low and the dragon fades away, leaving a small blue foal upon the snow instead. She is colder in this form, she immediately discovers, though the fire is still there. Squeaking pitifully, she wonders if anyone will find her here – specifically, her mother. She doesn’t want to be alone anymore but she doesn’t know how to not be alone and it frightens her. Every moment until now, she had been safe and warm and comfortable, and now she is somewhere else entirely.
Bleating again, she struggles to pull herself to her tiny hooves, balancing precariously for a moment on her knees before her feet are beneath her and she is standing. She stands proudly and refuses to fall, and calls again, louder this time.