What's This?!?

[Brenton]

The room still brought back terrible memories of times when Brenton and Vaentr would fly over the forest together laughing or having a good time. Even times like when he fought Uruale with Vaentr was hard for him to remember because the king missed the feeling of flying with Vaentr over the sea of land and trees while everyone below marveled at the blue scales that sparkled in the sun. Of course now he was able to shift into the form that had been Vaentr before he died, using magic of Arathale and Kialandi as well as Skailah and the energy of Grazael. It had been a last resort thing really to do this with Vaentr's soul and have to create the cruxis crystal similar to Rerukusu's. Except Reru had done that out of trying to bring back Avendel and Brenton had been forced to create the crystal when he was turning himself into a dragon spirit because of Vaentr's eldunari.

It had been a painful process, one he probably would undergo again for it had done more than what Reru had done, yet he felt different now. His body was more insubstantial at times but only because he was trying to keep himself from being drawn into the crystal and releasing Vaentr once again. And that was sort of what had to happen when he turned into a dragon. He didn't change forms per se but more of his mind merged with Vaentr's and his soul was merged with Vaentr's that was normally stored in the cruxis crystal. This released Vaentr while he was doing this but it also created an extreme confusion and pain for the first couple minutes and it always made Grazael roar in fear that Brenton had died.

Now he was standing with the crystal where his Gedwey Ignasia normally was from his time as Vaentr's rider while he searched through the saddle bags feeling like he needed to do this. It was difficult yes but he had to for some reason and then he felt it. A slight tug on the bottom of one and then it ripped in half and a large purple stone, no, egg fell from the space and hit the ground. Brenton felt his eyes widen as he picked it up and immediately his mind was assaulted by Grazael and Vaentr at the same time trying to figure out what was going on. With an extreme effort he calmed down the two dragons and went back to examining the purple egg.

[Ferus Tutela]

Days blended together when you weren't exposed to sunlight, to the voices of those in the outside-egg-world. Ferus had no idea how long he had sat still for though it did not bother him as much as it might have others; after 50 years Sat in the desert alone he was not about to crumble under the solitude that was wherever he sat then. He did miss the heat of the sun, however.

It had been some time since he has say in stillness and silence. At times he was certain he heard movement, voices faintly, but they always faded and never held his interest for long. Ferus was content to remain within the purple egg for as many years as it would take for him to feel the need to break free.

That contentment made him numb to the goings on in the outside-egg-world, so much so that he was not aware of another's presence until he felt something nudge against him sanctuary. It caught his attention, the feel of the presence familiar yet not. The dragon felt as if this being had been made his egg before, but the brief touch was new.

He was pulled from the musings as he felt his shell fall and hit something hard, rolling slightly before that presence scooped him up. It felt... alien to Ferus. All those who had held his egg in over 50 years did not echo something inside him, but now with the being so close there was something there, some familiarly he would not expect to feel with a scaleless creature. It was not the pull to emerge into the outside-egg-world, but it was enough to make him move within his egg restlessly, confused by what his instincts was telling him.

[Brenton]

Brenton felt the faint movement and his mind was confused until Vaentr spoke to him using images of how a dragon was in solitude and when they felt it was near time to leave they would begin moving. But this dragon was moving because it sensed the other two dragons and so it was confused by what to do. Quickly Brenton was gone from the room and running through another few rooms until he slid into Castien's out of breath and trying to keep the egg in his arms. Castien, you are someone who has been overlooked for many years and even ushered out of your home by your parents so I think it is time you get something first. Take this egg and care for it for as long as it takes for I feel like it will hatch soon for someone close to the family and someone like me since it was just moving when I touched the egg. He handed the egg to his nephew and walked out, leaving the young Prince to examine the egg with interest.

Castien had been sitting on a chair carving a little on his figurines, trying to get one of every race and he had a dragon, werecat, werewolf, dragon spirit, elf, human, dwarf, and urgal so far. He was working on the fabled Fallen Angels that had long been hinted at but he believed were just a myth cast down in fairy tale for children to know to listen to their elders.

When Brenton appeared with the egg he nodded and took it with some care before setting it on the bed and sitting next to it to examine the shell carefully. It was smooth and large, made of purple material that was dark and heavy, and was obviously hollow even though it should be solid. This was definitely a dragon egg and he was going to be here when it hatched. Quickly Castien grabbed a rag an began to polish away some dirt and dust while his eyes cast over the entire surface to see if there were any difference from when he had started in the first place. Yet it seemed the same and he sighed as Castien put the rag away and laid down with the egg next to his side where it wouldn't roll off onto the floor. I wonder how long you've been here, friend.

[Ferus Tutela]

Ferus squirmed more inside his egg when he heard the noises echoing in the outside-egg-world. There was a tugging at his mind, something that made him restless, but it wasn't the pull to be released from his temporary home. Moments ticked by and he eventually settled, mind still turning over the odd sensation until he felt his egg being moved around somewhere. That same voice sounded again, muffled by the shell that encased him, until eventually he was moved again before everything was silent and still.

Moments passed and there was movement, something brushing across his egg, blocking out the small amount of light that shone through. Despite the fact that the movement had stopped, Ferus felt restless again, felt a desire to stir and move for whatever was just there out of reach. It confused the dragon, mind wiring, instincts fighting with itself. It was a different creature to the one before, but it felt familiar. And then a voice Ferus felt as if he had heard before sounded. Whilst he could not understand the words, that voice called to him, drew him closer, sung in his blood like a familiar melody. It summoned his instincts, drove the thought in his mind that it was time to emerge into the outside-egg-world.

Struggling round, he began to dart his head and push against the shell that surrounded him, making it rock and moving his world. His movements became more frantic, more hurried. His pushes more aggressive as he desperately tried to get out of his now prison. With another strong push he felt the shell split, and heard a sharp noise as it cracked.

If he had been able to, Ferus was certain that he would have roared with victory. As it stood, he could not, and instead was spurred on by this small achievement. For what felt like a life-time he struggled and pushed against the egg, cracks becoming more prominent until at least it split. He feel side-ways, rolling onto something soft. He took his first lungfuls of air, tasting this new world that he hadn't experienced before. Dark eyes blinked, adjusting to the new level of light that he had not experienced in some time.

Though his legs were unsteady, Ferus lifted himself and tried to remain balanced, curious eyes darting around and huffing out a breath through his nostrils in a cloud of smoke. His head quirked to the side as he swung his neck around, orbs settling on the human sat before him, staring back at him. This was he, his Rider. Without knowing him, Ferus felt connected, felt his mind reaching out to the face looking back at him, but felt as if he could not quite reach it, as if they were not yet connected in every way.

[Brenton]

Castien looked on in awe as the small dragon pushed out of the egg and fell onto his bed with a soft plop next to him just to shoot a puff of smoke. He smiled and watched for a second before reaching out to feel the scales and see what a dragon hatchling's scales felt like when fresh from the egg. As soon as his hand brushed against the dragon he felt it rip through his arm like searing flames through his bones. Pain filled him and the room darkened as sound no longer existed and Castien fell back onto his bed, still feeling slight shock waves through his entire body that paralyzed him.

Castien finally was able to open his eyes once more to look around but it was short lived as the pain returned and caused the elf prince to look at his palm. On the skin was a silvery mark like a dragon with it's tail wrapped over it's body in a circle. A Gedwey Ignasia. Castien was now a dragon rider but why did it hurt so much to be turned into a dragon rider just by touching a newly hatched dragon?

The elf looked back at the dragon that was on his bed with a little interest in his eyes as he tried to surmise what was going on. Now he could feel the dragon's mind as well as his own but the dragon's was curious and young while his was older and more accepting of the situation. After all his family was a rider family, born and raised into the group through blood line.

The dragon hatchling was purple which would make him a psychic rider, through what he gathered from the Branches and the word of their forming. Yet he had no idea what came with being a psychic rider aside from being able to cross to the Nether and being able to reach further distances with their minds. Still that wasn't important until he got to know more about this dragon that was in front of him.

I'm Castien of the House of Brenton, hopefully your friend as well as rider paired through ancient magic. It is an honor to have such a majestic being as yourself hatch for me even though I am but a mortal elf compared to you dragons. What is your name going to be, friend of mine, or should I just continue to call you friend instead of finding a name for you?