You skip along the forest path, filled with fall color, Each leaf a masterpiece. You whistle as you skip, the fall chill filling you with glee. Cold weather is the best.

You continue on your way to your mountain cabin quite giddily. Trailing behind you are three very large, dragon-like creatures. One is black, one is white, and the other is a striking magenta color.

The creatures, called flions, look rather scared that you are skipping. Whilin, the white one, is muttering something to Consal, the black flion. Hylin, the last one, does not seem to be afraid of your mental health, and looks rather bored.

As you pass another path branching into the woods, Hylin notices something, and wanders off. You are too joyful to notice the group's sudden shrinking.

A few minutes later, she returns, holding what looks like a large rock between her small wings.

"Diamond! Look here! I found something!" Hylin calls, speeding up to you. You turn around and see the object between her wings.

"Is that.. a flion egg?" you ask. Hylin nods excitedly. "Can we keep it? I want to take care of it. I will, I promise!" Hylin begs you.

You think about it for a minute. "Well, we can get to a Publix soon, I suppose..." you mutter, remembering the amount of meat baby flions need. "Thanks!" Hylin squeals, taking your answer for a yes.

You smile at her joy and continue to the cabin a bit faster. The egg will need to be kept warm, and the forest is definitely not that..

A week later, Hylin hasn't left the egg for longer than a few minutes to go to the bathroom, and to eat. She would have eaten with the egg, but you told her you were not cleaning the meat juice from her room, the new home of the egg. She listened, afraid to invoke your wrath.

Hylin is acting weirder than usual, in your opinion. Actually, as you think this for the third time today, a scream comes from Hylin's room.

You jump up and run as fast as you can. Hylin looks at the egg, pointing to a large crack. "I broke it! The baby's gonna die!" she sobs.

Having seen three flions hatch before, you laugh. "What's so funny!" Hylin asks angrily. "You didn't break the egg," you say, "it's hatching!"

"Really?" she asks, looking delighted and embarrassed at the same time. You are quite sure that if Hylin's cheeks weren't magenta normally, they would be now. "Yes," you chuckle. "I made the same mistake, don't worry," you say after Hylin looks rather depressed. She brightens a little.

Suddenly, the egg wiggles, and there is a loud cracking sound. The hatchling's gray head and icy eyes stare at you and Hylin. Hylin gasps.

"Oh!" she exclaims. The hatchling blinks, as if deciding Hylin is incredibly odd, and continues to break free of it's eggy prison.

Soon, the hatchling slithers out of the egg and next to Hylin. She grins and picks it up. "Hello, little one," she cooes. "I need to buy meat," you mutter, and head off to Publix.

When you return, the flion is playing with Moon, the plushie. Hylin watches happily, obviously relieved she hadn't harmed the egg.

"Hey, little guy. Ready for some food?" you ask the hatchling, holding out some ham. The flion takes it and eats it quickly. You smile and go back to reading your Harry Potter book.

A week later, and you've read your whole book. Gasp! Anyway, you have taken to hanging out with Hylin, since your other two flions are.. canoodling.

The hatchling has grown bigger by the day, and Hylin is actually leaving it alone for more than an hour at a time. She was nervous at first, but you finally convinced her the hatchling would be okay if she left it alone for periods that lasted longer than 5 minutes.

She usually joins you on shopping trips to help you carry all the meat. this baby eats a lot, much more than any of the other hatchlings. You briefly wonder if this hatchling is going to be a fat adult.

As you are coming home from the grocery store, you and Hylin discuss what you both hope the baby will look like when it grows up.

When you walk into the cabin, you notice something is amiss. The flion Baby would be making some sort of noise by now. The house is quiet.

You instantly suspect that the flion has grown up, and turn to let Hylin know so she won't freak out.

She already has, though, and is rushing towards the hatchling's room, bags still on her back.

You follow and enter the room after her. "Hello," you greet the hatchling, which is now an adult.

"You have pretty fall colors," you state. The flion, who you notice is a girl, nods. "Thanks," she says.

Hylin looks suprised for a minute, then hurries sheepishly out of the room to put away the meat.

"You need a name," you say. The flion nods. "How about.. Atecho?" You ask. "Sure," Atecho says. "So, do I sleep here for now?" she asks.

You nod and she picks up Moon. "This is my plushie," she states, and puts it lovingly on the bed, and turns back to you. "Hylin tends to make a fool of herself often," she says, amused. "Yeah," you agree. You both head out to make your spastic flion feel less embarrassed.

Name: Atecho
Meaning: Fall
Owner: Becca
ID: #192
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Wings: Dragon
Tail: Thin
Horns: Two: Brow
Spikes: None
Fur: None
Markings: Blotches
Coloration: Chestnut + Orange
Legs: None
Eyes: Yellow
Special: None
Clutch: #26 (Wild)

Here's Atecho's plushie, Moon.


Here are the last of Jewel's cndy limited edition. Feel special.