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The mighty golden winds flaps in the sky of the valley free from any of the so-called civilizations influence. While his mate is bathing in lava to recover some precious energy, the golden dragon hunt for his litter. His heart swell in pride : his crystal-clear firstborn as already strong wings, and a heart as pure as his scale, helping his stunted growth sister to catch up. The amethyst child displays amazing use of her breath for such an early age. But the emerald one... is concerning. A little bully, with a pea-sized brain and empathy. Should he do as his <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Father</span></span> have down with his mercury-clad sister? No; that's not who he is. The kid is newborn, he will have time to grow out of this instincts.
The golden star flies away, as far as reasonable to bring back food to the nest in time, while keeping gamey hunting ground for training his scions. Tomorrow, they will hunt for the first time.
You get farther up the thread.
In a forge, under a mountain, a gold dragon pour his mana to shape a huge and flat crystal into a half-bowl shape. Humming and strumming, some runes write themselves in the sacred tongue of the sky masters. It takes monthes.<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Father</span></span> is not alone : an obsidian snake is coiled in the forge, taking comfort in the magma's heat.
" <span class="mu-s"> I feel them growing. The shell are hardening inside. </span>
- <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s"> That's... Good? </span></span> Father is focusing on key strokes of the enchantment.
- <span class="mu-s"> Sun of my nights, I'm afraid... Will the kid hate me? I hated my mother when I hatched..." </span> Every dragon that lay egg gives so much energy their sanity shatters while they recover. Dragon makes awful mother for the first monthes of their offspring life. Sadly, the fully-formed brain allow the hatchling to remember painfully every form of neglect suffered, and lead to a really poor maternal relationship.
" <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Well, I'll be there for them. And you will bond when you feel better. I mean, I am proof it's not impossible for our kin to appreciate a birthgiver's company...</span></span> "
The two reptiles go closer and start snuggling. You don't want to see that. Up in the time you go.
Somewhere, sometime. In a rocky cave with waterfall, lava, sands band, a partly opened roof, grass and forest. The thing is huge. Good thing, as it's felt to the brim with dragons. Thousands of thousands of them.
"And with that, I, Jenn'laraelgil, The shiniest of gems, declare the draconic council over. May You all bring life to the elements."
The one talking is a colossal crystal dragon. Her words are carried by her light breath. You feel your father getting closer to the speaker as all dragons start to move around, some discussing, other settling grudges in ritual duels. He shoulder-bumps a female silver dragon, coils around a copper male one quickly,
"Yes, my son?
- <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s"> Mother, I have great news... My mate and I are expecting </span></span>
- Give me one second... I see... The litter will be gem-kind... Take this."
