Hatchling

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you It had been about three days since Phoebe received the dragon egg from Frey. True to her word, she had kept it warm, wrapped up in soft blankets in a little basket by the fireplace. Frey probably would have reminded her that this was a dragon she was hatching and not a baby chick so the mother hen routine was overkill - but she didn't want to take any chances! She also spent every second of her free time speaking softly to it. She told it about the Hallowed Grounds where it was now, about how Frey had given her its egg to help protect her sometimes, about all that was going on and all that had happened. She did feel a little crazy speaking to an egg but Frey's word was doctrine to her. This evening was no different. She was sat up by the little egg by the fire, writing in her notebook - prepping some plans to present to those in her college. But she grew distracted upon hearing a noise. It was a little clattery noise from the egg, her eyes just catching a little wiggle upon looking up. She gasped and quickly set the book aside, sitting up onto her hands and knees to look at the pink gemstone like egg. "Well now, is it time for you to come out, little one?" she said to it excitedly, grinning widely.