Along her morning walk Skira caught the glimps of a small green egg shell. She didn’t think to much of it seeing as many creatures hatched from eggs …that is until she spotted a few more lying around. Some of the shells even dappled with red and yellow flecks of color. Surely a curious sight she thought as she followed the trail. Accompanying her was her drakesprite blitz who in an excited zip dashed past her to see what he could find.
As she stepped closer following the trail of scattered shell pieces she heard the small peeps of a young finly accompanied by the squeaks of her drakesprite. Quickly she ran to find the small creature crawling across the ground carrying a shell on his head . It was a small red and yellow drakling . It looked as if it was weak and frail as it tried to wander about aimlessly. Gently Skira walked up to the baby and picked them up, taking the small shell helmet from its head and placing it on the ground.
The baby shivered as it’s cold body was pressed against the soft fur or skirts mane. Eagerly the baby clung to the adult seeking the warmth and whimpered happily in her arms. Skira felt pity for the small one. Whose kid it they were was definitely a mystery, but it was apparent they needed someone to care for them even if it was for a little while Skira vowed to take care of them and make sure they got a good start in life.
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