Climbing the foggy stairs, you can tell Cleozabeth is definately there; the trip takes barely a minute, all the way up the tall mountain. "Cleo?" you call to the fog. "Dalicent?" There is a muffled response from inside Cleo's lighted area. You walk towards it, and when you enter, you are relieved to feel the pressure from the fog released, and you can hear clearly. "Hey, Cleo!" you say when you spot the blue fae. She turns. "Oh, hello!" she responds. "Come see Dalicent... he's grown!" You follow her up towards the nest, but the nest is no more. Instead there is a green pillow there, and atop the pillow is a very large Dalicent.
He was sleeping, but when you approach he blinks slowly, gazing at you. Hello, he says quietly in your head. "Hi," you say, always a little shocked when you hear the voice amongst your other thoughts. "Er, I see you've grown!" Yup, he says, seeming excited to have something to talk about, I'm a dragonet now! See? He stands and turns, stretching his long limbs and showing you exactly how he's gotten larger. He is still a shade of deep violet, and his wings are still small and underdeveloped, but he is definately larger, with an elongated muzzle and gangly, uncertain limbs. "You look very grown up," you tell him. He does the equivalent of a dragon grin, stetching his wings casually and flicking his tail. You talk to him for a long time, and he seems eager to show himself off. But it is not long before the sun begins to set, and you have to leave. "I promise to come back, soon!" You tell him. By then, maybe I'll be an adolescent! Are you sure you have to leave? "Yes, I'm sorry. But I'll come back, I promise!" This seems to satisfy the little dragonet, and you are free to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Background & Content (c) Sahara
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