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**~The Second Flion~**
A month or so after Whilin has fully grown finds you taking a stroll through the park after buying some books from the local book store. Since Whilin is no longer a hatchling, she is able to hunt for herself, and you do not have to feed her very often anymore. Rather a good thing, as you'd had to work triple overtime to feed her when she was a hatchling.
You are shaken out of your musings when you trip over a small rock. Luckily, you manage to catch yourself before you fall, and drop your bag of books everywhere.
You turn to inspect the offending rock, only to find that is is far too smooth and round to be a rock.
"A flion egg," you breathe, recognizing the familiar shape.
You take pity on the poor egg, as clutchmates and a mother appear to be missing, and pick the future flion up. Making a mental not to tell your boss you need more work time, you head home with your bags and the egg.
A week later, you are walking home from work wearily, hoping you've gotten enough cash to take care of the baby that will soon hatch.
You decide it may be time to get a better paying job as you turn into your driveway. You know that you will be getting more flins later, and working overtime was hardly worth it with the meager salary you gained from it.
Deciding to think about such matters later, you open the door to see Whilin right behind it, eyes alight with excitement.
"It's hatching! The egg is hatching!" she exclaims quite gleefully.
"Really?" You say, the both of you already hurrying to the egg's room. You arrive just in time to see the silvery hatchling break free of it's prison, and set it's icy blue gaze on you.
You sigh, understanding exactly what it is the baby wants.
"Fine, I'm going to make some food now for you," you say tiredly, leaving the room. The hatchling makes a contented noise behind you.
After another week has passed, you are finally getting some much-needed rest. You figure that you might as well get some while you can, since the baby will be growing up soon, and Whilin will probably fuss about it once it happens.
Sure enough, you hear Whilin call for you only a moment later. Her voice is clearly coming from the hatchling's room.
You stand up, and head over to the room, where a large, black and gold flion has taken the place of the silvery hatchling.
"D-did the hatchling.. grow up?" Whilin asks, unsure. She seems wary of the new creature, though the other seems rather taken to her.
"Yeah," you say, resisting the urge to giggle about Whilin's unassuredness, and the new male's apparent crush on her. Instead, you busy yourself by thinking of a name for the newcomer.
"Consal," you say after a moment's consideration. Consal seems to like his name, and you are glad.
"I'm going read now," you tell the two flions. You leave the room to let the two get more acquainted.
Name: Consal
Meaning: Dark earth
Gender: Male
age: Adult
wings: Feather
tail: Hooked
horns: None
spikes: Dino
fur: Mane: Spikey
markings: Stripes
coloration: black + Golden yellow
legs: Front
eyes: Brick Red
other: None
Flion: 134
Clutch: #20 (Wild)
This cookie was made by Maddie. She rocks.
These are more of the candy limited editions by Jewel. Doesn't she rock?
   
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