Flight of Fan-cy-fare

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He'd startled the old human woman. Damn. Humans of the older sort were much more fragile than a turian of similar age -- Aurel's shoulders rounded, abashed, cowl following suit. Making himself smaller was probably not actually going to help much, but perhaps the apologetic expression as he turned briefly to Helen might. A little. "Please forgive me," humans did not like to be called human, that was rude, "Ma'am." Yes. It had been some time since he'd engaged with human civilians.

Had he ever -- yes, of course, on the citadel. Still. "I was...not thinking." He added, chagrined, on a nod to the other human who met his eyes.

Neither of them were as confusing as the turian woman, however. She seemed rather nonchalant about meeting another turian on this place, and. Spirits. His lunch rolled angrily in his gut, but he clung to the bowl all the same, unwilling to part with it externally or internally. "They're. Not?" He blinked, slowly, glancing at the larger of the species fluttering around the place. "Alright." That was fair enough, but it didn't negate the fact that there was, standing in front of him, another damn turian.

She was rather cavalier about their presence in this place, also, but Aurel had seen plenty of reactions to trauma in his time. Perhaps she was traumatized. If she was from the general time around the War (and wasn't that just a thought that he hoped he never had to think again; time travel! indeed.), it was about even odds. "Recently." Discussing the whys and hows of the Ferrala's arrival to the place in the company of a plethora of civilians to a turian he didn't know the designation of wasn't wise, though, no matter how removed he was from rank and file. "Long enough by far."

A beat. Contemplatively eyeing the rocking eggs -- which the varied group of refugees also seemed to be having varying amounts of success appeasing by the application of food items -- for a moment, Aurelir turned back to Cyprena. Straightened again. "Aurelir Citus, captain of the Ferrala." He introduced himself.

The Prim and Proper greeting was probably a little bit undermined by the fact that he was very subtly dropping bits of meat from his stew in the path of the Get Going Noon and the Mystery in its Entirety Dawn, who didn't seem to have anybody attempting to appease them yet. Well. What was that sayings humans had? When in Roma?

It seemed to be the thing to do. "If they're not wildlife, what are they?" The turian added, quietly, adding a chunk of spicy vegetable next to each bit of meat, just in case that was more to the tiny dragons' taste.

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So this day was turning out to be far too good. Who knew that sitting around with gross smelling meat, surrounded by weird people, and trying to draw the attention of tiny little dragons, would make the day so fun. Len could get used to this laid back and happy sort of day. Even if he was going to come out of this stinking. He hadn't expected a new person to charge in, and he had to eye Aurelir. It was hard to miss the newcomer, given Helen's response to him. But hey, everything looked fine and no one seemed to be getting too aggressive. Besides, he had little firelizards to fuss over.

Getting the little Adjust the Sails Cyclone settled on his knee did make life a bit more difficult, but also easier. At least for the baby. Len didn't mind the poke of nails through his pants, though he'd forever be complaining that he'd never get the smell of meat juice out of them. "You're just lovin' life, aren't you?" He chuckled, offering another bite of meat.

The Glitter Solstice was adorable, too, though she didn't seem as interested in the meat or mess like her brother was. "Look at you, ready for the big wild word?" He cooed. He might be a little concerned about her shaking, not entirely sure if she was cold, or uncomfortable, or scared. "Wanna get a better look at things?" He asked, offering his clean hand to her in a slow attempt to scoop her up. "I can bring ya both around to see other things." He rambled, noting that more babies were hatching. Babies everywhere. He could get used to this.

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Helen's shriek caused Ophyra to jump a little, twisting around to peer at her carefully. Why had she yelled? Oh, them, she thought as Ren questioned her. They were called Turians? She wished she could see them better. The elf softly muttered, "Stars know I've never seen one," to herself. Was that a blind joke? It could have been a blind joke. The Firestorm quickly regathered her attention, however, as he was clearly hungry for more. She idly wondered if their appetites abated as they grew older. Was their mother also this voraciously hungry? They could right near wipe out a rabbit colony if so.

"Here," she said, offering him another strip of meat as he eyed the ones on the ground, covered in sand. He clearly didn't care either way, but she figured babies deserved better than floor scraps. Besides, sand couldn't be that good for them if ingested. She wouldn't want to partially be the reason one of the babes got impacted. Once he snapped that one up, one quickly replaced it, right in front of his snout. She was nimble with her fingers, as well, because while the little Firestorm probably didn't mean any harm, he would probably bite her fingers on accident while trying to satisfy his hunger.

Meow Mix's exclamation about twins did distract her for a moment. The elf turned to see two young'uns sprawled over each other in a sea of broken eggshells. She found the scene rather amusing, even if she couldn't pick out much of the two. She trusted Meow's currently superior eyesight on them being twins- Ophyra couldn't tell the difference even if she tried. Not with her blindfold on, in any case. The witch shook her head slightly, returning to the Firestorm. She set her bowl of meat down, curious to try something, and while offering the young Firestorm another piece, she reached out with her other one to see if he would either sniff it, chomp it, or most excitingly, climb onto it. She had always had a healthy respect for dragons. From what the witch could tell, these were extremely similar- with soft skin instead of scaled, diamond-hard scales- and if they were this friendly and receptive to people... Oh, she was going to be thrilled.

[Thane Hampden]

If the egg wasn't shaking so much, Thane would have assumed it was a dud. But apparently whatever was inside wasn't ready to come out just yet, so the bright haired Coordinator turned his attention to the Firelizard baby that made its way over to him. "Hello there!" he said excitedly, shifting position so he was sitting on the sand, bowl of meat resting in his lap. "Want this?" He held out the strip of meat that dangled from his fingers, lowering it to the baby's level. The blue and white lizard was one of the larger ones from what he could see, and he wondered if it would grow to be bigger than its mother.

Thane watched the other eggs hatch, amazing at the variety of colours shown in the hatchling's hides. Still, he was curious to know what would come from The Smooth One, so he remained beside it as the baby before him wolfed down the meat he offered. Grinning down at it, he picked up another piece and held it out. "Hungry, huh? Hatching must be hard work if all of you guys want to do is eat once you're out of the egg." Seeing that some of the others were attempting to handle the hatchlings, he carefully reached out and stroked the Glacier's back. "Oooh, you're soft!" he murmured in delight. And kinda fuzzy, too, which was surprising.

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The Bending in the Wind Cyclone was still feeling a little bit grumpy from this whole hatching ordeal. He wasn’t exactly keen on moving out and about and things. But the smell of meat did flutter over his little nose, and he shook himself, squirming within the nice comfort of the little sand-nest he made himself, debating whether he should, shouldn’t, should… Screw it. With bits of goop and sand and shell dripping off of him, he made his way over to Danu, keeping himself low to the ground. The meat seemed to be moving all over the place, and the crow-lady was making as much of a mess as was. Without thinking too much, his little tongue darted out, reaching for the blood that had dripped onto Danu’s toes. Hm, this was, this was some tasty stuff.

While the Dusk did have her eyes on Meow Mix, she was watching you, but when the little Dancing on My Faults Quake hopped into the large mechanical because the large creature in front of him was pretty interesting. He didn’t really understand what exactly she meant by twins and all that sort of thing, but he was sort of interested in the meat. Whenever Meow Mix swung her arms, at all, the Quake’s wings sort of quivered. He knew he was supposed to be in the air goddamnit. He did open up his mouth and snap up at the meat, but whenever he could feel that cool breeze, his concentration fell elsewhere. He didn’t pay much mind to the Do You Love the Colors of the Sky Solstice or the Which One Solstice. The twins did survey their surroundings, admittedly sort of shyly. The first peered around herself, while the second sort of curled her neck beneath her sister’s. The one sister, shifted herself so that her one arm was beneath the other’s, their tails twined together, and soon enough the twins were in a twisted bunch and it was hard to tell where one Firelizard began and when the other ended. It wasn’t like they were stuck or anything, not really, but they were perfectly content being entangled within one another. Body heat was so warm. Plus, what other companionship did they need besides being next to their very own twin sister?

Ren looked over at Aurelir, Captain Aurelir. Was she supposed to salute? Was she was supposed to treat him special in any way? He had been here some time, it seemed, but he hadn’t been here, not for long enough. He was dropping down some pieces of meat, there was meat everywhere and hell she hoped she didn’t have to clean all of this up, but at his other question she squinted at him. The female Turian had to hold in a breath, for a second anyway, If he was confused about the wildlife, then she wasn’t sure what he’d think of...everything else that was to come. “Um, well.” She wasn’t sure why they were called these things, or when they were called these things, but…”Shinies.” She folded her arms on top of each other, trying to find the best way to not sound totally dumb saying this. “They’re, uh, shinies.” She paused, trying to think of what else to say. “Uh, yeah. Good luck.” She didn’t really move away, but she tried to back herself up, sort of, to give the Firelizards the full spotlight.

The Get Going Noon went straight for the meat, snapping some up in her jaws and swallowing it down. She didn’t even look up at who was passing it on to her, she was just taking what she got. The Mystery in its Entirety Dawn was not quite as enticed by the meat as either of the Turians might’ve wanted. Her sight of up was suddenly interrupted by this tall, tall thing. Her tail swished in the sand, her body was postured up, boldly. She tilted her head up at the Turian, blinked a couple of times, leveling her stare with him. How’d he like that for the local wildlife? Especially one that wouldn’t snap up his food right away. The Dawn turned her head away from the captain, not paying much mind to hi commanding one ship or another. She slipped between his legs, walking passed the Turian and trying to venture off around beyond, wherever beyond was on this small little black-sand beach.

While the Adjust the Sails Cyclone was content basically lay across Leonard’s lap, snapping up the bites of meat, the Glitter is My Makeup of Choice Solstice was feeling a little bit shy suddenly. She put a paw tentatively up on his hand before she lifted her body up onto it, scrambling and nervous, having her little paws cling on his fingers as the rest of her body balanced down his arm. The Cyclone chirped, tilting his head, more interested in eating than exploring, or whatever Leonard or his Solstice sister really wanted. He squeaked, food. He wanted more food! But the Solstice had adjusted herself kind of comfortably and was ready to really see the world around her. As much of the world as Leonard was willing to show her, for now. She tucked herself in, resting herself against his fingers, thumb. Something about her was warming up to the man. The Cyclone seemed to do something of a Firelizard-y shrug, probably had to do whatever the man that fed him wanted to.

The Home Is Where the Hearth Is Firestorm on the other hand was pretty content with snatching up the neverending bits of meat that Ophyra was offering him. He wasn't quite sure what exactly this whole blindfold business was, not really noticing that she was much different than the rest though his eyes did scan her face, trying to find a place to look. With some of his hunger abated, he felt a bit of warmth circulating in his own veins as the energy burned through him. He pushed his little head against Ophyra's hand, pressing it against her skin. He wasn't quite sure what to make of all of this, this dragon respect, but he could definitely get with the friendly part. He looked at the elf and the other humanoids around them. He let out a small sound curiously, followed by another string of sounds. He paused then, as if he wanted an answer from Ophyra. She understood, right?

The Flicker of Melted Ice Glacier bent down as Thane reached his hand out, snatching up some of the food and allowing the humanoid to stroke him. Most of the gooey stuff had dried up by now, anyway. And the meat was amazing compared to the weird thing that he had been tossed earlier. Like, way, way better. How come someone had tossed him that weird, weird thing if there was this good stuff that he could have instead? Though a part of him wondered now if he had to eat a bit of both? While he pondered such things, The Smooth One had started to shake a bit more violently, now finally without the constant touch of the bright haired Coordinator. When the shell splintered into bits and pieces, the Friendship Caught Firestorm's bright hide shone right through the thin membrane of the egg that he managed to burst through, taking a small breath of air as his body collapsed into the sand.

While the Before and After Noon waited (in)patiently for, well, something, the remaining eggs seemed to realize that they needed to catch up, before all of the meat was gone. Or something like that. The Cracked One, oh that little egg sort of remained quiet and still for a while longer. But with the shell so broken already, bits of it continued to fall away until the Little Bit of Mercy Glacier was left thoroughly exposed.

The Quiet One was not so quiet anymore when the Moonless Midnight ahd suddenly taken its place. She was so dark that it was hard to find her in the sand apart from the small dash of off-white skating at the bottom of her belly, which was quickly hidden away as she righted herself from her awkward hatching position.

And last but not least was the ashy purples with hints of orange of the shell of The Hidden One that wasn't quite hidden any longer. While the hatching of the eggs' brother and sister were quiet as well, the A Part of the Ocean Tsunami was now also a part of the world of Whazzit. The muddle of blues and deep greens pooled over his hide like the murky seas mixing with the crystal clear blues of a smooth lake.

The Dusk wheeled around and flew and landed behind Ren, settling herself on the rock though the Turian could tell that she was still nervous. There was so much touching and feeling of her young ones that, well, she needed to get used to it. Even though most of these humanoids had no idea what was in store for them at this bonding, the mother did. And even though she had chosen to stay out in the wild, it didn't mean that her children would follow.

(Welp, all of the babs are hatched now! Just because your character was the first to feed the baby doesn't mean that they are stuck to them! Feel free to wander around and swap up which Firelizard your character is interacting with, there are a lot of them. Some of them won't be quite so choosy. :) Descriptions will go up as the bonds happen, for now try to feel them out. I WILL post a few times in between to show some more interaction, I promise. >.>)

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Many things were happening on this little portion of sand, with broken eggshells, an uncertain mother, a varying concoction of people offering meat things to little baby creatures, and Ophyra was now about 33% blind to most of it. She missed most of the hatchings, the interactions between other babies and the people with them, the two turians awkwardly greeting each other- whatever a turian was- and the elf’s determined gaze was focused on the little firestorm in front of her. He seemed to be slowing down- which was good, Oph thought, because otherwise this meat wasn’t going to satisfy most of these little guys- and then pressed his head against her hand. Now, the witch wasn’t one for like… fawning over babies, in fact she found their uselessness a burden, but. Apparently baby dragons were her weakness because she found this action to be absurdly adorable.

Was she officially getting old now? Was this the sign? Being nuzzled by a miniature dragon making a smile appear on her face was the signature decline in age. Yep. She was doomed. Send her to the nursing home, immediately.

All joking aside, the witch managed to keep her expression mostly in check while she snuck in a quick scratch behind one of the firestorm’s head knobs. As he took a look around, she also spared a glance. That’s when she noticed that the rest of the eggs had hatched; none remained intact, still-wet dragon bodies were now peering around for the very first time, and by gods some reptilian creature was going to have a feast with all of these egg shells.

When she turned back to the Home is Where the Hearth is Firestorm, his attention had returned to her. Then, he started… making sounds. It was almost as if he was having an entire discussion with her and she had to stop herself from grinning a bit at him. His head tilted at the end of his little chat, peering at her with an intensity which she knew meant he wanted answers. “Oh, little one, I don’t speak dragon. Or, firelizard, I should say,” she corrected herself, remembering what Ren had called them. She adjusted the blindfold over her eyes a tad as she said, “If you are asking about this thing I’m wearing and why nobody else is, which I don’t blame you for asking, it’s because my eyes were built for seeing during the night, and the sun is too bright for them.” The elf’s hands dropped back down to the bowl of meat, and she offered the little guy a sly grin. “Trust me, this thing isn’t for decoration.”

She took a look around again, noticing all of the firelizards that were newly hatched. “Each one of us is different, just like you and your siblings are different,” she added, her gaze stopping on the Moonless Midnight girl, only able to see her because she had become quite the expert at trying to see through a mesh blindfold. Had it been actual nighttime, this would have been so much easier. “Take your sibling here. They are much darker than you, but you are the same species. We here are all…” She stopped. “Well, we are all people, but we are extremely different.” She tossed a piece of meat to the Midnight, to see if she could get her to come over to them. Her head turned back to the firestorm. “How I wish I could better understand what you were trying to ask me. Though, I bet I could with time.”

[Thane Hampden]

Thane chuckled as the Flicker of Melted Ice Glacier snapped at the offered meat, amused by the response. "Here, have as much as you want," he said, holding out another strip. He had a lot, and he doubted the little Firelizard could eat all of it. He kept stroking the blue and white lizard as it paused in between bites, only stopping when the egg he had been hovering over finally hatched to...reveal a bright hatchling the colour of fire? Huh, he would have expected the Friendship Caught Firestorm to be similar in colour to its egg.

Shrugging it off, he grinned down at the new arrival. "Finally decided to join the party, huh?" he teased, watching it promptly do a nosedive into the sand. Moving slowly, he slid his hand under the sticky baby and carefully raised it from the sand until it was able to balance on its own. He then fished in the bowl on his lap for more meat. "You're probably hungry like the others, so eat up!" With both hands occupied feeding the young Firelizards, Thane was unable to pet either of them, so he was content to watch them eat.

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Hey, not getting mauled by an angry lizard was definitely a good start. A good sign that Mixie was doing the right thing, or at least not doing anything bad enough to get attacked by a savage momma dragonlet, and that was good enough for her.

"There you go," she cooed at the little Quake, making sure to keep some meat close enough for him to gobble up. "That's a good lizard-thing. Don't go choking yourself now." She did definitely notice his distraction and quivering wings, and that brought a smile to her whiskery little face. "You eager to get going, little fella?" she chittered, raising and lowering her arm quickly to make those little wings flap. "You're gonna be one hell of a flier!" How young did baby lizards start flying? She had no way of knowing, but it looked like the Quake was gonna be ahead of the curve.

It didn't look like he was a twin, though. It seemed like the rest of the eggs were finally starting to pop, and there wasn't another greeny-browny-grassy little fella like him among the new hatchlings. But ooh, look! The egg she'd been attacked for scooping was finally hatching! It seemed that the little Glacier that was inside it was still taking a nap, for the tiny creature was both not moving, and also apparently oblivious to the meat she'd laid across the egg a moment ago. Just to make sure that it knew that good things were waiting for it, she adjusted the lump of unidentified flesh, draping it gently across the sleepy little hatchling like a juicy dead blanket. Lazy though the pretty little beast may be, at least it was finally hatched!

Far more active, it seemed, were the Solstice twins. They were a wiggly pair of critters, twining around one another into a tangled mess of very pretty lizard. If she had not literally seen them in separate eggs, she'd almost be convinced they were a single double-headed dragon. "Hi there, little ones," she cooed to them, kneeling in the sand to get a closer look at the duo. "Are you two hungry, too?" She wasn't sure if the Quake would be mad at being asked to share, but he'd have to cope. Shifting a little, she moved the little Quake up to her shoulder with a chunk of meat to occupy him, and reached down with her freshly freed hands to offer some grotesquely juicy tidbits to the little twins.

She wasn't sure if anything any of them were doing was even working when it came to keeping lizardy attention- the lizards, in general, seemed fairly unimpressed with the lot of them- but she figured it wouldn't hurt to explore her options here. Maybe the twins were more interested in food than in flapping about? Was this an individual thing, or was this just the wrong kind of food for them? She knew these chunks looked too big for tiny mouths! Next time, she was determined, she'd get her hands on some proper hamburger.

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Leonard was noticing that the remainder of the eggs seemed to get on this hatching train. But for the moment, he stayed mostly focused on the two that he was spending time with. The Glitter Solstice seemed rather shy, and he was rather charmed with that. He made sure to not move too fast, not wanting to spook the little lady as she finally decided to climb on. He very slowly and carefully moved his arm, tucking it against his middle, in hopes of her feeling a little more secure. He wasn’t trying to make her fall or anything like that.

“Come on, you two. Let's see what’s going on.” The Adjust the Sails Cyclone didn’t seem as interested in exploring as the Glitter Solstice, but Len could easily guess why. “I bet I know what you’d prefer.” He chuckled.”We’ll get more food in a moment. Promise.” He carefully scooped the Cyclone in his free, more gross hand, just so he could stand up and not spill anyone to the ground. That would be kind of rude.

He had intended to go to the Dead Flesh Buffet first, to see if the little Cyclone wanted more food, but his attention was grabbed by Mixie and what she was doing with the Little Bit of Mercy Glacier. He didn’t see any movement from the firelizard, even when it hatched with meat on it, and even when the junk pile moved it around. He didn’t feel the death of anything, but that didn’t always mean anything. “How about we check on your siblin’, first? Then more food. And whatever else ya’ll want to do.” He muttered to them.

Careful not to jostle anyone, and more than willing to put anyone down if they protested, he moved the short distance over to where the Cracked Egg had been, and carefully squatted down. Let us see if Leonard could stay balanced with baby firelizards on him.

“Hey there, little baby. You alive there?” Free hands were a privilege he didn’t really have at the moment, but with the Glitter Solstice hopefully still clinging, he moved that hand to the Glacier and nudged some of the meat blanket Mixie had just placed on. “If you are, you’re gonna need a bath, too.” And Leonard was definitely also going to need one. Because this was getting rather gross.

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No matter how impatient the Noon might be, Alice got what she needed from her examination. After a silent moment she snapped the briefcase closed again, stood up, closed her eyes, and turned into a Firelizard.

Like the creature she had mimicked, her hide was a mottled yellow and orange, though most of it was so pale as to be almost white. Alice flexed her claws, adjusted her wings. It was a different kind of sensation. She knew how to fly, she had taken the form of flying creatures before of course, but never one with quite so many limbs. Most likely it would take a little bit of adjustment to properly get a feel for it. She stretched her wings out carefully, feeling the full length of them, and then in a flash she had pulled them in and thrown herself into the air.

These creatures, she decided, were not entirely unlike bats in how they flew, especially if she kept her forelimbs close to her body and didn't think about them too hard. A few loops of the area got her comfortable enough with the way the creatures flew before she was able to turn her attention back to the babies below. Fascinating little creatures they were, as from here she could get a better look at them and truly get a feel for the variety of colours among them. There were patterns she was beginning to realize, they were all quite different but there were a number of similarities between the colours of their hides, patterns that she could pick out now that she could see most of them at once.

One in particular seemed like it might join her in the skies, and not that she could blame it. Alice loved to fly, loved the feeling of freedom that it brought. It was one of the the best things about her Clan. Her view was interrupted by another one of those fae-creatures like the one that seemed to be in charge of this whole situation. Alice, for the time being, was still not thinking very hard about any resemblances they may have to any bits of media that she might recognize. Fortunately for Alice's brain the creature that had been looking up slipped past the tall creature and set itself to investigation. Alice flew down, careful not to startle the little one as she chirruped at the Mystery in its Entirety Dawn, asking it to come and join her in the skies.

[Danu]

Ahhh it felt so good to finally see those eggs hatch! Danu's gave her head a shake, now she could refocus on more important things! like whatever was tickling her toes, perhaps ants drawn to the dropped meat? she hadn't been very clean about carrying that bowl you know, or letting it just dump over in the sand. Tilting her head to get a good look at the ground she croaked in surprise. How had she missed the sneaky little hatchling? no matter!

hrrrk, hun- gry?

She inquired to the little Bending in the Wind Cyclone, who knows if they could speak too? Danu didn't want to assume they couldn't and even if they didn't perhaps not now but later? lifting up her toes she gave them a little wiggle, she didn't want her toes eaten no! instead reaching around carefully she grabbed a chunk of meat and dragged it back for the hatchling to look over. Also realizing her wings where perhaps still extended she gave them a gentle ruffling flap as she settled the feathers and finally closed them for the benefit of the others.

Giving some thought she reached out with her right foot and bent the bowl the rest of the way down allowing more meat to slide forwards atop her foot and onto the ground. Pecking at it herself her mouth watered the juicy meat tasty as heck, but she did not eat it she set it out for more hatchlings to get too and peered around as she did, so many little lizards running around some with such bright colors! she eyed the cyclone again wondering if he'd taken a piece of the meat she'd strewn around or hopefully not at least, was still going for her foot!

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Now that a large portion of the Flitts were fed, or otherwise uninterested in filling their bellies, they started to shift and move. The mother Dusk shifted on her plain perch, the rock somehow managing to support both herself and all of her fretting, not really able to do much of anything as she watched her hatchlings turn from walking bellies to very much their own individual personalities.

The Home Is Where the Hearth Is Firestorm was, well to be honest, he didn't quite understand what on earth Ophyra was talking about, though he did get the general sense that, yes, humanoids were all sorts of different and just plain weird. He didn't really have a problem with that, and he let out a peaceful hum, moving his smooth hide around himself, most of the goop completely dried from his form at this point. He was the oldest, after all. His faceted eyes could barely make out his baby Moonless Midnight sister. Ah, was Ophyra interested in meeting her as well? He understood! Maybe. With as much determination as he had to fill up his belly, the Firestorm headed right back to the center of the nest. She had barely oriented himself when she saw her brightly colored brother's form heading right towards her. He almost barreled right into her, if she hadn't scrambled over. The Midnight was just barely getting to understand herself and her surroundings, and suddenly she was thrust into a situation in which she needed to interact with a sibling and, and this lady, here, assuming Ophyra had been able to follow. She felt pangs of hunger rumble in her tummy, but she wasn't sure if she was allowed to ask for something to eat. Or who to ask, even. She shrunk her small self lower into the sand, and hell, that actually did make it harder to see her.

The Flicker of Melted Ice Glacier had contented himself with the bits of meet, snapping up a bit of Thane's fingers in the process. There was a point when he wasn't sure if what he'd bitten into was flesh or, err, well, already cut up and dead flesh. Sorry about that humanoid, but he barely even noticed what he was doing. Though he had become content to be pet by Thane, with a stuffed belly, the Glacier decided that there were probably other, cooler things to do out there. Probably. Fluttering his wings uselessly, mostly, he sort of lifted himself off of the ground, squirming. Thanks bright dude, but the Glacier sort of had just the blink of an attention span. For now at least...right? The Friendship Caught Firestorm was suddenly lifted from the kind of unstable ground of the sand, and up into the squishyness of, causing maybe bits of claw and gunk and shell mess to probably dirty up the orange haired man's other hand. He wasn't really sure about all of this meat, and eating yet, but he did take the opportunity to snap up what he was offered. His hide contrasted sharply from that of his smaller brother's, and the way he ate quietly, thoughtfully as he figured out his surroundings made it seem like he was a kindling flame ready to burst forward.

Despite Meow Mix's concerns the Dancing on My Faults Quake was actually quite delighted at the prospect of being placed at a higher vantage point. While he clung to the bits of metal on the shoulder, chewing slowly at the meat that he was provided, he suddenly wobbled, unable to get a good grip. He toppled, head over claws towards the sand, though his sort of weird ritual wing dancing instinct kicked in, and he gave his strongest limbs a few quick, mighty flaps. His small tale and feet did hit the ground, but he used his tiny bits of force to propel himself off of the sand, into the ground. He nearly bonked his head right on Meow Mix's arm, then his tail did clip a bit of her shoulder, but then he was airborn. He did a little somersault, nearly losing his balance, experimenting with a few other things with his newfound freedom. He couldn't help but chirp with a bit of delight. He felt bits of inspiration, bits of curiosity from somewhere deep within the hunk of metal that had been pieced together, and his very soul clung onto the excitement and joy of exploration. With the twirl of rope being wrapped quickly and delightfully around and around you, the bond was sudden and snapped into place.
Bond! Meow Mix to the Dancing on My Faults Quake!

While the Little Bit of Mercy Glacier sniffed kind of curiously at the meat that was placed by him, barely moving, his sisters took a second (or ten) to untangle themselves. The Which One Solstice moved first, lifting one wing there, sliding her tail under there and poking her leg through that hole before she was free. She looked at the food then took a delighted bite, as it smelled divine. She opened her mouth wide, grabbing an enormous chunk of meat, far more than she could chew. Instead of trying to down in though, she brought it back to her Do You Love the Colors of the Sky Solstice sister. She dropped the piece of meat on the sand, giving the hunk a lot of sandy bits and corners. The Solstices didn't seem to mind though, and the second sister (or was it the first?) chirped a thanks, first at the sister, but then at the humanoid....thing. Meow Mix seemed to be a lot of things, and neither sister, nor either of the brothers!, new even what that first thing was. The Solstice sisters laid their tails on top of one another protectively.

The Little Bit of Mercy Glacier lifted his small head up lazily, as he was nudged, letting out a small squeak in protest. Though the meat did smell pretty good. The Adjust the Sails Cyclone spotted the meat, Leonard had promised new meat, hadn't he, and scrambled off the man's hands, nearly tripping over his own wings. He grabbed a bit of the meat that the Glacier was offered and snapped it up in his own jaws. A little sandy but still good. The Glacier did shift in his spot then at the injustice, wobbling to his feet as if he had suffered from some sort of spinning dizziness (he did not), looking around because he had decided that he did want that bit of meat. Just because he was thinking about it didn't mean he didn't want it! The Glitter is My Makeup of Choice Solstice was feeling rather comfortable on Leonard's hand, however, and pretty content with taking up his handspace all by herself. There were a bunch of them scrambling and squabbling among themselves, but more importantly, she was getting attention. There was a bit of shyness at first, sure, but there was so much more than that. She could feel that Leonard was charmed, and something in that delighted her. Delighted her so much that a bond burst forth like a single firework, followed by a long trail of fizzling glittering glory. 
Bond! Leonard to the Glitter is My Makeup of Choice Solstice!

The Before and After Noon seemed alarmed when her food source changed, right into a Firelizard herself. Alice had managed to catch the attention of a few of the babies who were not otherwise occupied, and even mother Dusk herself. A bit of a territorial streak threatened to cross through her, trying to process whether she was to treat this woman who had turned into one of her own kind. Ren whistled with her arms crossed. "Never seen anything like that before." She mused, watching as the Mystery in its Entirety Dawn's attention turned to the stranger that inhabited their skies. She seemed unfamiliar with what Alice wanted, though there was something in her that itched to rise up to the occasion, take to the air. She turned a quick glance to her Get Going Noon sister, making sure that this new Firelizard wasn't a threat before her curiosity got the better of her. She moved away from the massive Turian and watched Alice fly, feeling her instincts pull at it. She studied the movements, patterns, for a bit of time, though she didn't make any huge attempt to fly, not yet. There wasn't just a beyond right here, before. There was so much beyond up there, out in the sky, too. It was like watching her gears turn considering such things, hiccuping occasionally. Though she did have a pull for the beyond, what then? What would she do with it, with anything? How would she do it? Bubbles of her own thoughts had her shift, pace in the sand really. Probably a habit that she was far too young to start doing.

The Bending in the Wind Cyclone would very happily snap up the meat instead of your toes thank you very much. He was a go with the flow type of Firelizard-fellow, and he was perfectly content eating what you fed him Danu thank you very much. Though her sudden shift of wings surprised him a bit, he was going to keep eat, eat, eating. Though he did look up at the strange bird-humanoid, tilting his head. All of it, well, he'd eaten all of it. Did she have more? Or err, did she want...something...else?

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Ophyra couldn't tell if the little one understood her, but he did start to hum, which wasn't an unpleasant sound to hear. She grinned a bit, head tilting to better listen. Wondering if he used that as a sort of noise of affirmation, like one would say "mhm-hmm!", she wished she could take a closer look at him to see his expression and body mannerisms. Of course nothing would happen at night time when she could see. She found herself reaching out to her old familiar impulsively, for he had always been her eyes during the day, and she stopped herself as her mind started spreading out to the others around her. It was an abrupt action, and she shook her head sharply at herself as the Firestorm gathered her intentions with his sister and walked towards her.

She hadn't quite realized just how many of them were there, but with all of the young creatures now hatched and the amount of people that had stumbled there, it was nigh overwhelming. Especially since the elf had opened her mind- however brief- and she shuddered before carefully rising away from the table to follow him. She stumbled on the sand once but otherwise made it to the Moonless Midnight without incident. She was almost impossible to see against the sands. Humorously, Ophyra was trying to squint behind the blindfold to try and decipher where exactly she was although she knew quite well that that wouldn't help. She kneeled to appear less threatening, for although she couldn't quite make her out, she could feel the anxiousness eminating from her.

"Hullo, little one," she greeted in a surprisingly soothing tone. Her eyes strained through the blindfold, and she resisted the urge to curse. She took a strip of meat from the bowl she still clasped, reaching out and resting her hand on the sand close enough where the Midnight could still grab it without moving too much. "Your brother here was hungry, and has had his full. Go on, take some," she assured, loosening her hold on the food so she could easily pull it free of her grasp. Her head lifted just slightly to peer at the Firestorm. "At least, I think you're no longer hungry." She rested the bowl on her knee in case he wanted to get more. You never know, with hatchlings.

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Apparently Mixie had nothing to worry about when it came to the gripping strength of tiny flying lizards. She was quite pleased to see the Quake perching on her shoulder like a parrot on a pirate, and there certainly seemed to be nothing wrong with his appetite. He was a charming little creature, her little green buddy. She thought nothing of shifting her attention to the Solstice twins, assuming that the little greeny browny male was well settled on her shoulder, but it felt like she'd hardly been looking down for a moment before there was a shift, a scrabble, and a clumsy infant tumbling down off of her.

Oh no!

There was a brief moment of panic and flailing as Mixie fumbled to catch the tiny lizard, but it turned out that she had no real reason to be concerned. After a big of a rough start and a bump against her, the little beast finally figured out what it's wings were, and then it was off! Just like that, it was as if the tiny dragon had never seen the inside of an egg. It looked like he'd been born in the sky, and was never going to look back.

"Look at him go!" Meow Mix couldn't help but exclaim. "He's like a miniature fighter jet!" It wasn't just the flying that made her think that, either- with his olive drab camo coloration, the fire lizard looked like something straight out of M*A*S*H, or some war movie. Like one of those big helicoptors. Like an-

"Apache!" Mixie giggled in delight at the name. "He's a little Apache!" All at once, she could feel the winding, confusing, enlightening sensation of a mind touching hers. She could feel the Quake's curiosity and it's delight over the images she was associating with him. He was a creature of the air, yes! Made for the skies! He wasn't sure what the Army was or what that had to do with him, but yay! Flying things!

Mixie was baffled, to say the least, to see Apache joined in the air by one of Mixie's fellow attendees, who had somehow turned herself into a firelizard, too. In theory, people shouldn't be able to just change shape at will, but in theory, people shouldn't be teleporting to random places to soul-bond with flying lizards, either. And yet, here they were. This was all very unexpected. Perhaps, though, she had better get used to anticipating the unexpected when it came to this strange place.

Her focus turning back onto the remaining hatchlings, Mixie couldn't suppress a niggling little thread of concern when she saw that the Glacier still wasn't moving. He was clearly alive- his little blue snout was sniffing curiously at the meat she'd draped over him- but when she compared him to the vibrantly active and mobile Apache that was flying loops around her, she couldn't help but wonder if the tiny ice-colored critter was crippled in some way. She was about to reach out and poke him to see if he'd react and show some signs of activity when it seemed that Leonard had had the same idea- and the Cyclone that he'd been feeding had taken a liking to the Glacier's meat blanket.

"Oi!" she protested, poking the Cyclone instead. "That wasn't nice. There's plenty for you. You don't have to take his!" Gently scooping the Cyclone, she shifted it aside, trying to put some distance between it and the blue lizard. The Glacier deserved to have his breakfast, too! Seeing the unsteady, lopsided wobble from the Glacier certainly didn't do anything to make her any less concerned about his well-being. Was this little fellow okay?

The Solstice sisters definitely seemed a lot less worrying. They were a genuinely adorable pair of lizards, with their soft skins and glorious colors. Keeping a careful eye on the greedy Cyclone who was being so pushy, she reached out to leave more meat for the twins (making sure there was plenty enough to share, since that seemed to be their nature), and boldly reached out a metallic hand to gently stroke the Which One's tiny lizardy head. She couldn't feel their hides through the suit, obviously, but she knew how to be gentle.

"You're a sweet pair of things, aren't you?" she cooed to them warmly. "Lookit the two of you." She shifted her hand over to the Colors of the Sky Solstice to give it a gentle head scritch, too. "You little ones gonna be fliers, too? Bet neither of you is quite as fast as this fella, but I'm sure you can give him a run for his money." Pet ALL THE SHINIES.

[Danu]

Watching happily her head tilted Danu shifted her weight from one foot to the other, that is until all the meat it seemed was gobbled up from the ground! talk about ravenous hatchlings would he even burst from all of that? He seemed satisfied though with what she brought, and that in istelf had her pleased.

Stillll hun- gry? get more. Follow?

Chortling excitedly Danu grabbed at the emptied bowl and glancing around seemed very pleased with how things where going, no one seemed interested in her little duo party but that didn't mean she wasn't interested in them! Fluffing feathers and hobbling feet she beckoned with wings to follow as she hobbled back towards the meat laden table ur, that is if there was any bowls left! she could see a few but could also tell some stuff was missing.

Setting the empty one back on the ground she reached up carefully with her beak and tried to grab at a second one, but alas like the first she merely wobbled it to the corner and dumped its contents about her feet! at least this one wasn't as full. She did her best to pick up some of the fallen meat and put it back in the dirtied bowl before hobbling back towards the nest.

It wasn't just her bumbling her way back though, the pointy eared human ur. . .elf as it where had also moved away back from the table. But she wasn't movving too well, she moved like a she was sick! or couldn't see. Well no wonder, she did have that cloth about her eyes, giving a croak in passing she moved back towards the nest and all its babies and jangled her bowl around as she did, would there be any other's looking for a meal? perhaps that little midnight or solstice still down there in the sands? or perhaps the Dawn flitting around above her?

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Well, hey, at least the Mercy Glacier wasn’t dead. The little chirp was reassuring, though the little guy didn’t seem all that interested in doing much of anything. Which, fair enough. Who wanted to do anything after waking up? Not Leonard. And oh, look, he should have seen that coming. The Adjust the Sails Cyclone was clearly a bottomless pit, and didn’t approve of not being fed. For even a few minutes. “How much do you guys eat?” He chuckled. He was going to need to get a endless supply of meat for them, obviously. Good thing that seemed to be provided. More or less.

While the Glacier appeared to be rather confused, Len was distracted. There was warmth, and a shock of something, and the...feeling of glamorous, glittery sparks in his mind. It was distracting, it was new, and while Leonard knew the feeling of telepathic contact, this was something beyond what he’d experienced before. He blinked and stared at the little firelizard, not entirely sure what he felt at the moment.

With a chirrup, the Solstice blinked up at Leonard. She stretched her wings, and shifted, carefully turning around to climb up to Leonard’s shoulder. She settled happily there, wrapped around the back of his neck with a pleased sound.

That was weird.

While Leonard wasn’t even sure what to do with her now, he would eventually name her Aisha. When he realized he needed to name her. And figured out she was, in fact, a she.

For now, though, he gave her a gentle scratch under her chin. “Lets go get those two some food, huh?” He chucked, brushing off his hands as he headed towards the table. He scooped up a big bowl of meat, and headed back to the pair. Mixie had already stepped in to make sure there wouldn’t be a scuffle, though the poor Glacier didn’t look like he was up to anything. But still, he carefully put the large bowl down between them, hoping that would solve any other problems.

“That should be enough for them, for now.” He told Mixie, though shrugged a little, careful of his passenger. “Unless they are magic and really are bottomless pits. They just might be.” Between the food, and Mixie practically babysitting the babies, Leonard didn’t feel quite so bad about taking a moment to look around. All the eggs were hatched, and babies were either being lazy lumps or searching for tasty things. He managed to catch Alice turning into a firelizard, and boy, didn’t that ruffle some feathers.

“Shall we?” He was curious, and did swing by the table to pick up up some more meat as he went wandering. He did make sure to offer his little bonded a few bites, as she hadn’t had anything yet, which she snapped up gratefully, at this point.

The Before and After Noon looked a little put out to lose its food source, and Leonard didn’t feel bad about offering her a slice of meat. “Hey there, darling. Having fun? Bet you can fly like that, too.” He beamed, which also caused the little Solstice to give her own wings a lazy flap. He did really wonder if the babies could fly right away, or if they needed more time. Guess he’d find out, sooner or later.

[Thane Hampden]

Thane winced as tiny fangs dug into his fingers, making sure to hold still until the Glacier let go so as to not worsen the damage. Once it had, he quickly examined the pinpricks of blood welling up from the wounds before swiping his fingers across his pants. He'd need to find some band-aids later. His fingers hurt, but the bite marks weren't anything serious and they would heal quick enough. The baby Firelizard didn't seem too bothered by the taste of human blood, so Thane just chuckled and watched it awkwardly fly/hover away. "Guess it's just you and me," he commented to the Friendship Caught Firestorm. Sure, the newborn has coated his hand in goo in eggshell, but Thane had dealt with worse.

Noting that he and the Firestorm were away from the action, he carefully scooped up the lizard in one hand, holding it close to his chest so he wouldn't accidentally drop it if it started squirming. His wounded hand held the bowl of meat, tilted at an angle so that the hatchling could poke its nose into it and grab more meat if it wanted. As he made his way over to the other people and baby Firelizards, he examined the one he held. "You know, your hide and my hair almost match," he murmured thoughtfully. "Like you, I was born with this hair colour, but it's not a natural shade among humans of my world." He doubted the baby could understand him, but secretly, Thane was glad to have found a species here that stood out as much as he did. He scanned the array of people and things before him, his gaze landing on Alice just as she turned into a Firelizard. "Cool!" he breathed, eyes alight with excitement. "That's so cool!" he said a little louder, picking his way through the crowd to the collection of Firelizards watching her.

Sweeping aside some bits of eggshell, he placed his bowl of meat on the ground before crouching down next to it, giving Alice room to fly about. Thane kept his eyes on her, watching as she flew low to chirp at one of the babies near him. He grinned, watching the little lizard pace. "Go on and try to fly," he encouraged, directing his words to all of the hatchlings around him. "Just flap your wings until you get the hang of it!"

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Alice chirruped gently to the mother, trying to invoke her charm on the creature. I'm harmless she tried to say, Nothing to worry about here. She had no idea if the magic would take, if it even worked in the Faewild, but maybe the momma would at least understand she was harmless anyway? That was her hope anyway, it was the best she could do and if it didn't work it seemed like maybe a good idea to show the mom that she had no ill will towards the children.

She did hear a whisper or two of interest in her shapeshifting, and sheepishly realized that maybe now wasn't the best time to see if she could turn into a pocket-dragon, but there was naught to be done about it now. Except hope that it didn't get back to anyone with any weight in vampire society. Sure most humans would hear the story and assume the teller was insane, but they didn't like the stories being told to begin with. Dangerous for them.

Alice shoved the thought from her mind, there wasn't anything she could do about it now. She was no Rose Clan who could make them forget. Instead she turned her attention to the lizardlings again. One of them seemed to be getting the hang of flying, leaping off of the weird robot thing, and she called in encouragement to him. Stretching her wings as wide as she could she glided low over the babies. It was easier to start out with gliding, flapping seemed to follow naturally after that in her experience, and maybe a good example would encourage them to the air.

Particularly the one watching her, the one tracing her movements with it's little head. Come on! Alice chirrped encouragingly, I believe in you!. Or that was the tone she was going for as she called to the Dawn. She hadn't spent enough time with the creatures to really get their language, but hopefully it was a universal enough sound that the creature would understand what she was trying to convey.

Have we mentioned Alice liked baby animals? Because Alice really kind of liked baby animals.

Don't tell anyone.

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(Just as a head’s up, I know I have until Friday the 22nd, but I have holiday things all weekend long, so I might need to opt instead to end this by Thursday, the 21st. This week might be a bit quicker than the others!)

The Moonless Midnight blinked her big eyes up at Ophyra, still keeping herself as still as possible. Her blending in tactic didn’t seem to be working perfectly well, because the elf was moving herself closer to her. While the Midnight’s initial instinct was to bolt, though her Home Is Where the Hearth Is Firestorm brother chittered at her encouragingly, there was something about the soothingness of Ophyra’s voice that made her feel...safe. And ever since she’d hatched out of her egg, returning to safety was all that the young Firelizard really wanted. While her brother chattered on, the Midnight uncurled herself, still staring up at Ophyra, but with a bit of wonder mixed in with her fear. With the smell of meat strong in her nose, into her very lungs, she stood on wobbly legs, reached forward tentatively, then took a nibbling bite at the piece of meat. But that wasn’t the only thing she was taking. Her mind reached forward and grabbed onto Ophyra’s as tightly as she could, reaching forward and pulling, pulling. The world was a big, scary, place, and the Midnight wanted as much protection as she possibly could.
Bond! Ophyra to the Moonless Midnight!

The Firestorm in the meanwhile was not quite convinced, not yet. He did reach forward and grab a piece of meat himself, because hello? Meat. But he did croon warmly at the Midnight, he could already feel her mood shift, she seemed infinitely more comfortable.

While Ophyra had a shy Firelizard to attend to, Meow Mix and Apache had a whole troop surrounding them. None of them seemed particularly perturbed by the giant metal contraption moving around. The Do You Love the Colors of the Sky Solstice glanced at her twin sister, the Which One Solstice. A telepathic conversation seemed to pass between them, though it was hard to tell whether or not twin telepathy was really a thing or not. Both of them took to the strange metal scritches quite well, Colors of the Sky stretched her neck out at the soothing (if not a teeny bit cold) feeling. Which One slithered away from her sister for a moment again, snatching up another hunk of meat for the two of them to share again. While they didn’t look particularly anxious or mistrusting, they did seem to keep a watchful eye of their surroundings. And four eyes were better than two, right? While the twins seemed to be exploring a bit more of their surroundings, they were never more than two paces away from each other, wings frequently brushing up against shoulders, tail tips curling around the back of legs. While they were very aware of Mixie and the others around them, they seemed to sort of more concerned with their own thing.

The Adjust the Sails Cyclone squawked in protest, huffing at Mixie as he was scooped up. Though he did let out a sort of whiny noise as he watched Leonard leaving his side, that man was giving him SO much food, he decided that he could be resourceful darn it. In fact, in a world where things like an entire TABLE (aka, that flat mountain-y thing over there, to him) of meat existed, he didn't need anyone! Fully used to all of the longs and shorts of his body now, he headed right for the table, not really paying attention to anyone around him unless they literally picked him up, or stopped him. The Little Bit of Mercy Glacier was perfectly happy with all of the attention off of him, especially with Mixie now moving her attention to the twins next to him. He poked his nose in the direction of the bowl that had been placed for the twins, poking his nose at it. His little tongue flickered out tasting some of that meat juice.

When Danu headed to grab more meat, the Bending in the Wind Cyclone followed right along after her. He squeaked, following her movements, almost bumping into eggshells, tripping on little bumps in the sand. Before his feathered friend could escape away from him, Danu would be tickled by a fun breeze, one that grew into a stronger gust of wind, rushing through her mind, circling around her. He didn't want her to get away, not that easily. The bond  happened slowly, not exactly happening in any single instant, more happening steadily, promsiing to be a constant and consistent force in her mind.
Bond! Danu to the Bending in the Wind Cyclone!

While neither of the Solstice twins nor the Dawn seemed to notice Danu's offering of food, it did catch the attention of the Get Going Noon. The young Firelizard marched right up to this potential meat-giver, and looked at her, brightly colored body lithe and expecting. She was ready for attention and she was ready for her food. Was Danu?

The Before and After Noon in the meantime snatched up the meat that Leonard offered, giving him a small appreciative hiccup though she didn't really want to show it. While the large part of her showed that she wanted, no demanded to be fed more meat, a small part of her, an itty bitty part that she certainly hoped Leonard would NOT notice, was asking. And while she waited, patiently (but he should really hurry up), the A Part of the Ocean Tsunami had finally gotten to his feet, acclimating himself to moving around rather quickly, then toddled around, a jolly and relaxed sort of fellow, without any real direction or purpose. He slithered about the sand, probably not the way he was supposed to walk, but this was pretty low effort. He pushed his small body, getting sand all over himself. Not that he really minded. He shoveled his body right besides the three. Pay no attention to him here!

The Friendship Caught Firestorm watched as the bowl of meat went down, cocking his head curiously as Thane encouraged him. He looked up at the adult Firelizard that he did not recognize (Alice). He looked at his own self, curiously, as if it was dawning on him now that that was a thing he could do. He flapped his wings a few times. His body lifted off the ground partially, but not very far, and only the front half. His backhalf and tail laid uselessly against the sand. He didn't... quite get it. Besides, he was kind of content down here. Though...there was something in the back of his mind, maybe he could call it instinct, that made him feel like maybe he should try harder. He unfurled his wings, bright and beautiful, sort of matching the oranges of Thane's hair though there were mixes of other, fiery colors alongside it. He flapped them gingerly, once, twice, then looked up at Thane. He knew how to fly, right? Could he show him?

The Mystery in its Entirety Dawn paused her pacing for a moment, eyes shifting to her mother, somehow she just knew the Dusk was her mother, who watched Alice warily but didn't make a move. The Dusk relaxed, visibly, though her eyes still trained on Alice, and the Dawn realized herself that she was never really wary in the first place. It seemed clear that she was being called to join the skies as well, but there was something in her that wasn't really sure just how to do it. Was she even supposed to be able to fly at this age? Nevermind Apache, doing twirls in the air. While she got lost in her own thoughts, even if it was only for a SECOND (she swears!) the Flicker of Melted Ice Glacier caused a clumsy burst of sand in the air, as he flapped into the air, not exactly moving straight, not at first. He wavered up and down, nearly crashing into the ground for a face full of sand, before he stabilized before he was flying right alongside the shifter. He let out a shrill squeak in delight, not really paying attention to his sister, who looked more proud and impressed than jealous, sort of attempting to do a twirl but really just managing to fly crooked for a second before making himself upright again. Take THAT Alice. What could YOU do? The Rare in the meantime decided to think about the flying process. Yes, something big like this would take thought.

[Thane Hampden]

Thane watched the Friendship Caught Firestorm react to Alice flying, clapping softly as the little lizard tested its wings and partially lifted off of the black sands. "That's it, you've almost got it!" he said as it flapped its wings again. The effort was unsuccessful, but the teen wasn't about to let the hatchling give up that easily. Carefully picking the Firestorm up, he stood slowly, his attention caught as the Flicker of Melted Ice Glacier became airborne.

"Look at that, your sibling figured out how to take off," he said to the fiery lizard in his hands. The flight of the Glacier was awkward and a little erratic at times, but it was flying. Maybe the one he held was heavier, and so wasn't strong enough to fly without help? Pondering that, Thane adjusted his hold on the Firestorm, palms under its stomach and thumbs pressing lightly into its back.

"Alright, let's try something. I'll hold you like this and you flap your wings until you're comfortable using them." Flying was like riding a bike, or piloting a mobile suit. You sucked at it at first, but you got better the more practice you got. The little Firestorm just needed some practice, that's all.