Hatchling

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you ”So…you thought dragons looked like giant pink ducks?” she said cheekily in response, a smirk gracing her lips. She wasn’t sure exactly what emotion briefly crossed his gaze, but she could tell it wasn’t a good one. Gently, she took one of his hands in hers and gave it a little squeeze. This wasn’t about replacing anything or anyone. This was an in addition too sort of thing. Phoebe’s heart was big enough to love many people and creatures for many reasons, and Emmett’s place in her life was very well carved out and could not be replaced with anything or anyone with such ease. The little dragon that was partially protruding from the egg somehow managed to balance itself on its feet, teetering for a moment. Then it tried to take a step towards Emmett’s voice and tumbled, the compromised structure of the egg shattering against the floor as it landed. ”Oh!” Phoebe said in alarm, feeling a little dizzy all of a sudden. ”Are you okay little one? she said worriedly. The little pinked dragon popped its head up, covered in bits of shell and a clear slimy liquid. It shook its head and stretched its little wings out before ‘roaring’ squeaking that it was quite alright.