◜ . the circle of life ┊ hatching . ◞

[torren]

serendipity (n.)

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A rising symphony caught the wildcat's attentive ears.  An unusual excitement lived through the myriad of voices and Torren, drawn to the sound, blinked in pleased surprise as he became witness to a true marvel.  The privilege to welcome a new child to the world brought a wide smile across his face.  Eyes bright, he cast the smile at the new hatchling, enticed by the wonder of the moment.

While a simple page in the books of everyone present, this bore the first for the infant dragon.  Torren rumbled a deep purr in his chest before furrowing his brows in careful thought.  How do mother dragons care for their young? As a reptile, the child hardly required milk but the consideration possessed momentous consideration.  Of every place in the world, the young prince felt confident Tanglewood may find the capacity to properly rear a dragon.  To ensure he grew big and strong, found the nutrition he required and even learn to fly.

"I imagine breaking out of his egg took a lot out of him." The hatchling certainly appeared content to rest for the moment.  Cute.  "We'll need to find out what he eats soon."  Least the hatchling begins to starve after hardly experiencing the world.  "And prepare a place for him to sleep." And... And so much more.

In the moment, the youth realized Tanglewood possessed little to no children; a number of younger members, such as himself, of course, but he was hardly a child.  But we'll figure this out.  Tanglewood found no shortage of intelligent, compassionate beings.  Relaxing, the feline sat back, unintentionally brushing his fur against Kiira's. "I am glad he has a home here."