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The great red dragon had forced herself into the habit of sleeping in a tight ball on the sands Jaspur had provided, as of late. The three little eggs were never very far; Ev had a habit of snuffling over them daily. They'd remained dutifully silent, and that evening, the restless dragon was beginning to wonder if she'd laid a clutch full of duds. Surely they'd be fine if she were to hop between rifts, briefly? What was everyone else up to, tonight? Certainly not stranded by endless waiting. Ah, well, she'll wonder herself to sleep tonight, once again. At least these sands were warm...
Until one egg toppled over.
Evren's eyes snapped open, pupils shrinking to wary slits, fins snapped up at attention, all traces of sleep forgotten.
She hadn't touched it. Nobody was to touch it in these later days, not even Jaspur. And certainly not the odd visitors he'd occasionally keep.
But she was on her feet in an instant, sweeping over to snuffle at the culprit, vainly searching for the scents of any burrower, any interloper, anyone that dared sneak past her...
A cautious nudge of the egg with her nose earned the smallest of muffled chirps from within.
Her pupils sharply grew to alarmed and intensely curious saucer-sized circles. That roving snout moved over to the maverick egg's sibling; she tilted her head, utterly silent. No squeaks there, but she could hear the smallest of movements, the little shuffles of frenetic scratching just beneath the surface.
Oh, no. Oh shitohshitohshitohshit-!
"JASPUR, GET OVER HERE," she'd roared. Hang the hour, this was important.
She shuffled her feet, paced, frantically nudged sand around the odd egg out in a vain attempt to encourage it to hatch with its half-siblings, growling a low, "Come on, I'd know if you're dead..."
Abruptly, she broke from the little clutch, then, scampering away to trumpet at full volume at the mouth of the cave - a warning or announcement? - before whirling about to paw restlessly at the sands, settle down in them, chin to tailtip, and curl in a loose 'c' around the eggs.
What to do, next? She had no idea. But she wasn't moving for anything in the world.
Until one egg toppled over.
Evren's eyes snapped open, pupils shrinking to wary slits, fins snapped up at attention, all traces of sleep forgotten.
She hadn't touched it. Nobody was to touch it in these later days, not even Jaspur. And certainly not the odd visitors he'd occasionally keep.
But she was on her feet in an instant, sweeping over to snuffle at the culprit, vainly searching for the scents of any burrower, any interloper, anyone that dared sneak past her...
A cautious nudge of the egg with her nose earned the smallest of muffled chirps from within.
Her pupils sharply grew to alarmed and intensely curious saucer-sized circles. That roving snout moved over to the maverick egg's sibling; she tilted her head, utterly silent. No squeaks there, but she could hear the smallest of movements, the little shuffles of frenetic scratching just beneath the surface.
Oh, no. Oh shitohshitohshitohshit-!
"JASPUR, GET OVER HERE," she'd roared. Hang the hour, this was important.
She shuffled her feet, paced, frantically nudged sand around the odd egg out in a vain attempt to encourage it to hatch with its half-siblings, growling a low, "Come on, I'd know if you're dead..."
Abruptly, she broke from the little clutch, then, scampering away to trumpet at full volume at the mouth of the cave - a warning or announcement? - before whirling about to paw restlessly at the sands, settle down in them, chin to tailtip, and curl in a loose 'c' around the eggs.
What to do, next? She had no idea. But she wasn't moving for anything in the world.
Jaspur had spent increasing amounts of time near the cave since discovering Evren had laid a clutch. He'd even moved his wagon to the cliffs above the cave just to be close by if he was needed. He was drinking a cup of tea at home when the bellowing and honking cry errupted from the cave mouth below.
Needless to say, the tea cup crashed to the ground and Jaspur leapt up faster than he thought even possible for him. He limped quickly outside and leapt off the cliffs, speeding down with the pull of gravity only to stop himself last minute with a good bit of magic.
"Evren! Is everything alright my queen?" he cooed to her softly and made his way inside only to spot the dragon curled around her eggs.
"They're hatching...?" he gasped and hurried forwards, though his eyes were on her body language so he could tell if he was going too fast or wasn't welcome...instincts were a powerful thing after all.
He tried to get a better look, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows with a bright grin "Come on little ones, you can do it." he'd move to kneel beside Ev's face if let and would place a comforting hand to her neck, kneeling and waiting. Of course, only if he was let that near.
Needless to say, the tea cup crashed to the ground and Jaspur leapt up faster than he thought even possible for him. He limped quickly outside and leapt off the cliffs, speeding down with the pull of gravity only to stop himself last minute with a good bit of magic.
"Evren! Is everything alright my queen?" he cooed to her softly and made his way inside only to spot the dragon curled around her eggs.
"They're hatching...?" he gasped and hurried forwards, though his eyes were on her body language so he could tell if he was going too fast or wasn't welcome...instincts were a powerful thing after all.
He tried to get a better look, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows with a bright grin "Come on little ones, you can do it." he'd move to kneel beside Ev's face if let and would place a comforting hand to her neck, kneeling and waiting. Of course, only if he was let that near.
As Jaspur hurried out to join her, Evren's wings and fins sharply lifted and a short hiss reflexively escaped her in spite of herself. She'd relaxed almost instantly, and a short, nervous whuff of breath and an apologetic breaking of eye contact was the closest the elf would get to a proper apology.
"They're hatching," she'd echoed, quietly, seemingly awed. "I've never seen it...stay with me?"
Once the eggs had started, though, they'd rocked with a vengeance, and wasted no time in surrendering their occupants. One in particular had rolled and bumped about - and finally, the egg's shell gave. And nosing through the opening was the snout of a miniature Evren: here were the little orange eyes, here were limp and wet little fins already strengthening and lifting sharply in alarm and confusion. And with a panicked squeal, the tiny thing tumbled out of the egg, slickened with amnion and apparently rather upset at the fact, a weakened shell crumbling beneath its weight.
But it would not go quietly into the dirt; it kicked and thrashed long and powerful rear legs in vain attempts to right itself, but ended up awkwardly burrowing deeper into the sand.
Here, Jaspur would be afforded his first proper look despite the thing's constant movement; limp little wings resembled Evren's own, though they only served as more limbs to frantically flail. It was Ev dipped in ink; her red mixed with a deep black in blotches and splats beneath the patches of sand - but with webbed fingers, those large froglike legs, and a round little belly.
A concerned nudge - an attempt to right it - from its mother and a soft, trilling purr only seemed to confuse the hatchling further, though it creeled and attempted to cling blindly and desperately to Evren's nose with silvery claws.
It was only the sound of Jaspur's voice that seemed to still the child's histrionics as the whimpers and screeches trailed off into a puzzled little hum. Bright orange eyes fixed on the elf, next, and it tilted its head slowly, unsure.
It was clear that this dragon was a nervous little thing, despite her size and species. Perhaps time would temper such impulses.
"They're hatching," she'd echoed, quietly, seemingly awed. "I've never seen it...stay with me?"
Once the eggs had started, though, they'd rocked with a vengeance, and wasted no time in surrendering their occupants. One in particular had rolled and bumped about - and finally, the egg's shell gave. And nosing through the opening was the snout of a miniature Evren: here were the little orange eyes, here were limp and wet little fins already strengthening and lifting sharply in alarm and confusion. And with a panicked squeal, the tiny thing tumbled out of the egg, slickened with amnion and apparently rather upset at the fact, a weakened shell crumbling beneath its weight.
But it would not go quietly into the dirt; it kicked and thrashed long and powerful rear legs in vain attempts to right itself, but ended up awkwardly burrowing deeper into the sand.
Here, Jaspur would be afforded his first proper look despite the thing's constant movement; limp little wings resembled Evren's own, though they only served as more limbs to frantically flail. It was Ev dipped in ink; her red mixed with a deep black in blotches and splats beneath the patches of sand - but with webbed fingers, those large froglike legs, and a round little belly.
A concerned nudge - an attempt to right it - from its mother and a soft, trilling purr only seemed to confuse the hatchling further, though it creeled and attempted to cling blindly and desperately to Evren's nose with silvery claws.
It was only the sound of Jaspur's voice that seemed to still the child's histrionics as the whimpers and screeches trailed off into a puzzled little hum. Bright orange eyes fixed on the elf, next, and it tilted its head slowly, unsure.
It was clear that this dragon was a nervous little thing, despite her size and species. Perhaps time would temper such impulses.
DRAGON - FEMALE - ADOPTABLE (DEGU)
Jaspur seemed to entirely forgive the hiss, staying close by Evren for support and for his own need to see this happening. As the sweet little thing burst from the egg he let out a short, delighted sound and covered his mouth.
It was unlikely many got to see the wizard smiling like this and like a delighted child he nudged at Ev's neck "he or she is just like you, Evren, look at that" he whispered with delight. Yes he could immediately tell the obvious differences but over all....this was clear Evren offspring.
He smiled and nodded with encouragement for Ev to take care of the flailing and useless baby whilst he stiffled some giggles of amusement. The little hum from it made Jaspur's heart flutter with adoration and he smiled and slowly extended a hand, keeping it at a long distance though to let the little thing make her own decisions.
"Hello sweetheart... you're safe with me" he said softly to her, eyes darting momentarily to the other eggs.
It was unlikely many got to see the wizard smiling like this and like a delighted child he nudged at Ev's neck "he or she is just like you, Evren, look at that" he whispered with delight. Yes he could immediately tell the obvious differences but over all....this was clear Evren offspring.
He smiled and nodded with encouragement for Ev to take care of the flailing and useless baby whilst he stiffled some giggles of amusement. The little hum from it made Jaspur's heart flutter with adoration and he smiled and slowly extended a hand, keeping it at a long distance though to let the little thing make her own decisions.
"Hello sweetheart... you're safe with me" he said softly to her, eyes darting momentarily to the other eggs.
"Silly. Heh. I was never that small." Oddly gentle ribbing from such a great creature.
But neither dragon nor elf would have that much time to calm the panicked little beast for long, however, for the smallest of the three eggs began to jerk and rock wildly, first in one direction, then pivoting into another, demanding attention with its oddly contrary motions.
The insistent movements alone appeared to wear it down as finally, a webbed hand managed to free itself. It paddled about uselessly in the air, seeking purchase in the shell, clawing it inward to be crunched to pieces by a tiny rounded black snout within.
That would have been the most normal thing about this particular egg's hatching - if not for the fact that another little hand had begun doing the same on the opposite end of the egg.
A snout stubbornly nudged its way out, then, but far from where one continued to crunch the shell, from where a tail would have been expected. A second snout?
And small, so incredibly small, were these two faces, cast from the same mold as their whimpering red-patterned sibling nearby. Their eyes were enormous, orange and round, looking almost ridiculous within faces only as imposing as a pair of garter snakes.
There was a calm beat, a short pause before one turned, and let out a sharp chirp as it realized the other was there. The other twisted around, answered with a bright cheep of its own - and it would have been a cute moment of dawning recognition, if not for their larger red sister, who'd on hearing Jaspur's voice, detached herself from her mother's nose. But in her haste to waddle over to the elf, she'd accidentally stumbled into them on clumsy hatchling paws, shattering the rest of the egg and bowling their occupants over, throwing them into clear view.
Two dragons! Two tiny dragons, small enough to share an already little egg, perfectly miniature versions of the larger sister, except where she had red inky splotches, each twin had teal and purple flecked and swirled about their little dark hides - each marking a mirror image of the one on each twin.
Both egg-twins hissed as one as they'd floundered about on the sands, knocked askew. But only one acted as, perceiving an attack and furious at this new thing that dared to be in its way, it launched itself at its large sister, fixing pinpoints of teeth into her shoulder.
The red child shrieked an ear-piercing scream - but while the elf would have been fast had he attempted to step in, Evren would have been faster, and the two siblings would have been pried apart by yet-gentle claws. The second twin would have merely stared, quietly, creeling worriedly at both siblings. He did not appear one to act immediately - even as the red one scrambled quickly to hide behind her mother's neck - rather pointedly on the same side that the elf with the nice voice had been.
But neither dragon nor elf would have that much time to calm the panicked little beast for long, however, for the smallest of the three eggs began to jerk and rock wildly, first in one direction, then pivoting into another, demanding attention with its oddly contrary motions.
The insistent movements alone appeared to wear it down as finally, a webbed hand managed to free itself. It paddled about uselessly in the air, seeking purchase in the shell, clawing it inward to be crunched to pieces by a tiny rounded black snout within.
That would have been the most normal thing about this particular egg's hatching - if not for the fact that another little hand had begun doing the same on the opposite end of the egg.
A snout stubbornly nudged its way out, then, but far from where one continued to crunch the shell, from where a tail would have been expected. A second snout?
And small, so incredibly small, were these two faces, cast from the same mold as their whimpering red-patterned sibling nearby. Their eyes were enormous, orange and round, looking almost ridiculous within faces only as imposing as a pair of garter snakes.
There was a calm beat, a short pause before one turned, and let out a sharp chirp as it realized the other was there. The other twisted around, answered with a bright cheep of its own - and it would have been a cute moment of dawning recognition, if not for their larger red sister, who'd on hearing Jaspur's voice, detached herself from her mother's nose. But in her haste to waddle over to the elf, she'd accidentally stumbled into them on clumsy hatchling paws, shattering the rest of the egg and bowling their occupants over, throwing them into clear view.
Two dragons! Two tiny dragons, small enough to share an already little egg, perfectly miniature versions of the larger sister, except where she had red inky splotches, each twin had teal and purple flecked and swirled about their little dark hides - each marking a mirror image of the one on each twin.
Both egg-twins hissed as one as they'd floundered about on the sands, knocked askew. But only one acted as, perceiving an attack and furious at this new thing that dared to be in its way, it launched itself at its large sister, fixing pinpoints of teeth into her shoulder.
The red child shrieked an ear-piercing scream - but while the elf would have been fast had he attempted to step in, Evren would have been faster, and the two siblings would have been pried apart by yet-gentle claws. The second twin would have merely stared, quietly, creeling worriedly at both siblings. He did not appear one to act immediately - even as the red one scrambled quickly to hide behind her mother's neck - rather pointedly on the same side that the elf with the nice voice had been.
DRAGON EGG-TWINS - MALES - RIGBY
It would have been said to be impossible, if not for the fact that the scene unfolded right before them. The egg that had remained silent, insistently shut tight for months, the egg that had survived a careful journey from Yveridia to Trivantis without complaint, chose this time to suddenly, violently wobble back and forth. One such swing revealed a small hole, through which scaly red draconic paws tipped with the now-customary silver claws scrabbled and scraped, peeling away at a shell gnawed weak from within around the opening. Following them, a little nose, insistently nudging pieces aside in an dogged attempt to hatch faster. It appeared canine, sloping in a gently rounded egg to a pale, twitching nose. Pointed ears, swiveling this way and that, poked out of a wet, curly, black mane that trailed down the little thing's back and massed around its shoulders.
The little thing let fly with a thin, doglike whine - and when the shell collapsed under its weight and spilled it into an ungainly, yelping pile on the sand, it lashed out to snap at the weakened pieces, furious that they had even dared to contain it.
Staggering up onto strengthening, stubby legs, the thing afforded its onlookers their first good look. It was a male, but not of any common species about the city. Where the other three somewhat resembled their mother, this only contained traces in four scaled, lizardlike paws, orange eyes, and the little triangle of a tail that only hinted at the length it would take on as he aged.
But that was where the resemblance appeared to end, for the rest of him was covered with a short, light brown coat of fur; the tail, too, appeared to bear wisps of proto-feathers of the same color, as did his heels. Wings sprouted from his front limbs; leathery and batlike now, but also covered with the fine, fuzzy points of emerging feathers.
The creature bared tiny teeth at the clutch-mates around him, perhaps aware even only at moments old at how different he was from the rest.
Even after the quieter of the two egg-twins crept cautiously up to nuzzle tentatively against his side, even after the little mutant appeared to mellow, his carriage suggested that he was already aware of his uniqueness, and was determined to carve his own little path for himself.
The little thing let fly with a thin, doglike whine - and when the shell collapsed under its weight and spilled it into an ungainly, yelping pile on the sand, it lashed out to snap at the weakened pieces, furious that they had even dared to contain it.
Staggering up onto strengthening, stubby legs, the thing afforded its onlookers their first good look. It was a male, but not of any common species about the city. Where the other three somewhat resembled their mother, this only contained traces in four scaled, lizardlike paws, orange eyes, and the little triangle of a tail that only hinted at the length it would take on as he aged.
But that was where the resemblance appeared to end, for the rest of him was covered with a short, light brown coat of fur; the tail, too, appeared to bear wisps of proto-feathers of the same color, as did his heels. Wings sprouted from his front limbs; leathery and batlike now, but also covered with the fine, fuzzy points of emerging feathers.
The creature bared tiny teeth at the clutch-mates around him, perhaps aware even only at moments old at how different he was from the rest.
Even after the quieter of the two egg-twins crept cautiously up to nuzzle tentatively against his side, even after the little mutant appeared to mellow, his carriage suggested that he was already aware of his uniqueness, and was determined to carve his own little path for himself.
ENFIELD (Mutant variation) - MALE - ADOPTABLE (COLTARA)
Jaspur squeaked with absolute delight as the second egg hatched but then there was a sudden pause as he saw another arm, another snout. No way. He covered his mouth again "Oh- so rare!" he gushed and leaned forwards to watch "And they seem healthy so far- oh goodness." he blabbered on.
A small wince rippled across his face as the poor red one ran into the egg and a fight broke out. He was quick to reach out to stop it but Evren was faster. The little one near to him on her mothers neck drew his attention away a moment and he checked her shoulder briefly "...you'll be alright sweetheart" he smiled at her, heart throbbing as he looked at her fearful little face.
He looked back then at the fascinating and rare twins, eyes wide "Hello you two.... look at you both" he rubbed Ev's neck as if proud of her "Oh- Look!"
The long unhatched egg was...well, it was hatching! Jaspur stared with interest...knowing this one was likely of a different father but he had no idea how different indeed. As the creature hatched he felt his inner wolf avidly interested, yes suddenly wide with interest.
"....that is a very interesting hatchling" he said to Ev as he leaned forwards to get a closer look, smirking lopsidedly "Look at that....just-" how many times was Jaspur going to say 'look at that/you/this'? a lot. "...just look at it...Evren you have...four strong and healthy hatchlings. And you did it with barely any help from me...you should be proud" he smiled to her and shuffled forwards to sit down in the sands, watching them closely.
"Do you want me to check them over? Just in case." he offered and reached for the red one first "Come here sweetheart, let me make sure you're alright" he offered to her gently and would bring her into his lap if she let him.
"If they eat their shells let them, it's good for them." he mumbled distractedly.
A small wince rippled across his face as the poor red one ran into the egg and a fight broke out. He was quick to reach out to stop it but Evren was faster. The little one near to him on her mothers neck drew his attention away a moment and he checked her shoulder briefly "...you'll be alright sweetheart" he smiled at her, heart throbbing as he looked at her fearful little face.
He looked back then at the fascinating and rare twins, eyes wide "Hello you two.... look at you both" he rubbed Ev's neck as if proud of her "Oh- Look!"
The long unhatched egg was...well, it was hatching! Jaspur stared with interest...knowing this one was likely of a different father but he had no idea how different indeed. As the creature hatched he felt his inner wolf avidly interested, yes suddenly wide with interest.
"....that is a very interesting hatchling" he said to Ev as he leaned forwards to get a closer look, smirking lopsidedly "Look at that....just-" how many times was Jaspur going to say 'look at that/you/this'? a lot. "...just look at it...Evren you have...four strong and healthy hatchlings. And you did it with barely any help from me...you should be proud" he smiled to her and shuffled forwards to sit down in the sands, watching them closely.
"Do you want me to check them over? Just in case." he offered and reached for the red one first "Come here sweetheart, let me make sure you're alright" he offered to her gently and would bring her into his lap if she let him.
"If they eat their shells let them, it's good for them." he mumbled distractedly.
The little red-and-black inkblot seemed to differ rather vehemently about the 'strong' bit as, when Jaspur offered his assistance in such a quiet and kind voice, she'd wasted no time in scrambling over to his lap, kicking and flailing her big, webbed back feet harmlessly against his legs in an effort to climb and be far away from her far more vicious little brother. And in spite of very little coordination, and with no small help from her elfin protector, she'd made it up with little trouble and much exhaustion.
She'd chirped and warbled, then; her voice was tiny, and were he to hold her close, he'd find her quivering.
"Interesting in more ways than one," Ev hummed, in a soft and new tone rather unlike her usual curt and clipped statements. "Your father didn't look like that. Mostly. Did he? Noooo...of course not...I would not have seen him in such a state..."
The pup didn't appear to care. He merely regarded Jaspur with a head-tilt so severe it could've tipped him over had he been less sure on his paws, staring at something brief but unseen that could have passed between them. Wet curly hackles fluffed, rose and fell, the tail wagged uncertainly - but it was without any sort of anger. Rather, it was all a bit puzzling to the little creature.
And he would have continued to goggle, a question forming in a thin little whine, had Ev not stretched her neck to scoop up the puppy with a careful, toothless and mindful swoop. He was rather ungracefully deposited in the sands in front of her, and she cradled him between her great red paws as she began to give him a good washing, like an oversized house cat. Fur was different, after all, and amnion was rather unbecoming for such a magnificent little mutant.
"Jaspur, perhaps you would know more about how such things could work?" she'd added, between slurps and the puppy's frantic and confused wails. "He was a shifter-sort. But not typically a...er...hairy one."
For someone who had earlier had so many hesitations about a clutch, who'd confessed to being overwhelmed in so many words, that rambling came easier than even she had expected. Perhaps it was suitable distraction from the impending responsibility of the four new little creatures before her.
A pause as she'd looked up, again, positively glowing, though a short but heavy whuff finally and noisily released the stress that only had begun to fully sink in.
The rowdier of the two twins imitated it, giddily. The other elbowed him with a little growl.
"I am proud, I think. No. I know I am proud. It's just...strange to see them. If that makes sense? Even this one. I didn't think I would see this one. I didn't think I'd see any of them. They'll grow so quickly. I did. Please look them over? Especially the dog. I haven't seen a creature like the dog. And the twins, they're so small..."
She'd snapped out of this babble on her own, this time.
"Stay with us, tonight?"
She'd chirped and warbled, then; her voice was tiny, and were he to hold her close, he'd find her quivering.
"Interesting in more ways than one," Ev hummed, in a soft and new tone rather unlike her usual curt and clipped statements. "Your father didn't look like that. Mostly. Did he? Noooo...of course not...I would not have seen him in such a state..."
The pup didn't appear to care. He merely regarded Jaspur with a head-tilt so severe it could've tipped him over had he been less sure on his paws, staring at something brief but unseen that could have passed between them. Wet curly hackles fluffed, rose and fell, the tail wagged uncertainly - but it was without any sort of anger. Rather, it was all a bit puzzling to the little creature.
And he would have continued to goggle, a question forming in a thin little whine, had Ev not stretched her neck to scoop up the puppy with a careful, toothless and mindful swoop. He was rather ungracefully deposited in the sands in front of her, and she cradled him between her great red paws as she began to give him a good washing, like an oversized house cat. Fur was different, after all, and amnion was rather unbecoming for such a magnificent little mutant.
"Jaspur, perhaps you would know more about how such things could work?" she'd added, between slurps and the puppy's frantic and confused wails. "He was a shifter-sort. But not typically a...er...hairy one."
For someone who had earlier had so many hesitations about a clutch, who'd confessed to being overwhelmed in so many words, that rambling came easier than even she had expected. Perhaps it was suitable distraction from the impending responsibility of the four new little creatures before her.
A pause as she'd looked up, again, positively glowing, though a short but heavy whuff finally and noisily released the stress that only had begun to fully sink in.
The rowdier of the two twins imitated it, giddily. The other elbowed him with a little growl.
"I am proud, I think. No. I know I am proud. It's just...strange to see them. If that makes sense? Even this one. I didn't think I would see this one. I didn't think I'd see any of them. They'll grow so quickly. I did. Please look them over? Especially the dog. I haven't seen a creature like the dog. And the twins, they're so small..."
She'd snapped out of this babble on her own, this time.
"Stay with us, tonight?"
Jaspur cradled the trembling little thing in his lap lovingly and looked positively endeared "I've not come across it before... i theorize that unusual hybrids are down to the dragon. Your kind can reproduce with a wide range of species and create impossible hybrids. fascinating really...." he said softly "Being a shifter alters more than one's appearance at a full moon... the blood is domineering, it battles for control even in reproduction from what i've seen." He suggested.
"Of course i'll check them...." he tilted his head back a little at the canid dragon and then looked down to the little female with a warm smile "...Hello sweetheart." he stroked the side of her face "I'm just going to check you're alright." he cooed and checked her eyes, earholes, her teeth and mouth if he could, and then would lift her wings, feet and tail in turn to check her over, even if he had to struggle with her but generally the elf would try to keep the little one calm with his voice.
Once finished with her he'd nod to Evren "...I'll stay as long as you'll have me....you're doing wonderfully by the way. A true natural." Jaspur smiled warmly and looked over at Enfield "I'll do him last. Come here you two" he clicked his tongue to get the twins attention, motioning for them to come over with his hand whilst chuckling with amusement at their antics. "I need to give you both a look over, come on."
"Of course i'll check them...." he tilted his head back a little at the canid dragon and then looked down to the little female with a warm smile "...Hello sweetheart." he stroked the side of her face "I'm just going to check you're alright." he cooed and checked her eyes, earholes, her teeth and mouth if he could, and then would lift her wings, feet and tail in turn to check her over, even if he had to struggle with her but generally the elf would try to keep the little one calm with his voice.
Once finished with her he'd nod to Evren "...I'll stay as long as you'll have me....you're doing wonderfully by the way. A true natural." Jaspur smiled warmly and looked over at Enfield "I'll do him last. Come here you two" he clicked his tongue to get the twins attention, motioning for them to come over with his hand whilst chuckling with amusement at their antics. "I need to give you both a look over, come on."
The little female remained rather well-behaved with Jaspur - or as well as a ten-minute old little dragonling could manage, only wiggling spasmodically like a nervous little eel at the wayward pokes at her face. All fingers and toes were present, everything seemed well and healthy - though what was 'normal' on such an odd little mutt seemed rather flexible, indeed.
And when she was deposited carefully back on the sands, she didn't seem so eager to run, oh-so-cautiously sniffing around her surroundings as she crept around, and frequently looking back to make sure Jaspur and Evren hadn't suddenly disappeared while she was looking the other way.
"Think he's one? A shifter, I mean." Ev spoke during the inspection, a bit hurried as if in response to the little female's thin squeals. And her voice swung upwards into a child-friendly lilt. "Suppose whether you can shift as easily as your parents remains to be seen, eh?"
The puppy grumbled.
At Jaspur's urging, the twins cocked their heads simultaneously, humming tiny, uncertain questions. One bobbed up, the other down, and then the poisonous little frogs began waddling to Jaspur with typical hatchling grace on overly large rear legs, dragging round little bellies despite their best efforts.
It was increasingly evident that there were differences between the two egg-twins, even now - but more in carriage than actual appearance. Their thoughts appeared writ large on their giant eyes - open curiosity was worn, round-eyed on one, and his squeaks were gentle trills. The other's similar curiosity was hard, laced with mischief even at this young age, and he appeared as if he'd expect either treats as Jaspur's welcoming voice had promised - or an utterly diabolical trap, like the one in which the pup had fallen! Both rarely blinked.
And as they crept forward and Jaspur spoke once more, Evren dipped her head to nudge the elf. "Natural at spitting them out, maybe..." Despite the words, the tone was all wrong, and her own purrs were enormous rumbles, oddly muted for the benefit of the little ones around her.
"Good," she'd added, curtly - though the feeling that it was a weird form of draconic thanks lingered unsaid, and it was a bit warmer than she'd probably intended.
And when she was deposited carefully back on the sands, she didn't seem so eager to run, oh-so-cautiously sniffing around her surroundings as she crept around, and frequently looking back to make sure Jaspur and Evren hadn't suddenly disappeared while she was looking the other way.
"Think he's one? A shifter, I mean." Ev spoke during the inspection, a bit hurried as if in response to the little female's thin squeals. And her voice swung upwards into a child-friendly lilt. "Suppose whether you can shift as easily as your parents remains to be seen, eh?"
The puppy grumbled.
At Jaspur's urging, the twins cocked their heads simultaneously, humming tiny, uncertain questions. One bobbed up, the other down, and then the poisonous little frogs began waddling to Jaspur with typical hatchling grace on overly large rear legs, dragging round little bellies despite their best efforts.
It was increasingly evident that there were differences between the two egg-twins, even now - but more in carriage than actual appearance. Their thoughts appeared writ large on their giant eyes - open curiosity was worn, round-eyed on one, and his squeaks were gentle trills. The other's similar curiosity was hard, laced with mischief even at this young age, and he appeared as if he'd expect either treats as Jaspur's welcoming voice had promised - or an utterly diabolical trap, like the one in which the pup had fallen! Both rarely blinked.
And as they crept forward and Jaspur spoke once more, Evren dipped her head to nudge the elf. "Natural at spitting them out, maybe..." Despite the words, the tone was all wrong, and her own purrs were enormous rumbles, oddly muted for the benefit of the little ones around her.
"Good," she'd added, curtly - though the feeling that it was a weird form of draconic thanks lingered unsaid, and it was a bit warmer than she'd probably intended.
