◜ . the circle of life ┊ hatching . ◞

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Nearly immediately after Aurum had finished reassuring Crowley that the egg would hatch at its own pace, the child inside seemed to have decided that they were ready to see the world right at this moment, if the soft and curious taps and almost shy poking out of a nose were anything to go by. Curiosity immediately piqued by whatever could emerge from the egg, Aurum's one blue eyes focused on the child as he pushed his way free of his eggshell shaped prison, the tiny dragon's body shaking free of the bits of shell still clinging to it. The guardsman found himself stunned for a moment, having encountered a dragon before, but never one freshly hatched. He really was stunningly adorable, with the hatchling's eyes lazily surveying all of them before the child evidently decided that it was time for some more rest. Aurum couldn't say that he blamed the kid, truly unable to imagine what it must've been like to shove your way out of an egg and out into the bright excitement of the open world. When he heard Torren, he couldn't help but just flick an ear in acknowledgement, staring in an almost dumb astonishment at the tiny creature.

After a couple more moments of just taking in the child's monochrome patterned scales, Aurum was broken from his thoughts by a sort of frantic anxiety. He had never met a young dragon before, which meant he had absolutely no reference for what they ate, or what conditions they were raised in. He had been prepared for nearly any possibility... except for this one. None of his old storybooks about dragons had ever mentioned anything about them when they were hatchlings, and even if they had, they certainly hadn't gone into an in depth discussion about how to raise them. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, the angel glanced over at Crowley for some sort of reassurance before he nodded at Torren's words, rumbling softly, "...Yes, we should all be glad that this little one has a home here. It means that we can all help out and make sure he gets raised right..." He faintly sank his teeth into the inside of his cheek for a moment before continuing, glancing around at the large group that had gathered for the exciting event, "Torren is right, though. We'll need to prepare... does anyone know what a baby dragon eats? I'm not sure if they would start off with solids right off the bat, or if they're like cubs, and they drink milk for a while..." He glanced over at Feza curiously, since she was the only one present that he knew of to have a dragon form, albeit a small one. That didn't mean she would know what the child ate, of course, but it was as good a place to start as any.

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