In the hills overlooking the hamlet of Summerset, a tired, quirky, seemingly aloof tangle of a man wanders the ancient ruins. In search of any kind of arcane (or otherwise) mystical magical items, I "fall upon" (as though, I'm nearly did) a seeming unremarkable moss covered stone buried in brush and dirt. Under closer inspection, as I dusted off the muck, a gentle aqua (blue/green) opalesent sheen cast off from the stone. I noticed a kind of thrumming energy emitting from the "stone". It knew I was there, and it was happy to see me, as if a puppy just waking up from it's nap.

Days can be long, and longer with few customers. Some fancy-pants retrieves hand-painted eggshell button and claims scams. Does not know the value of a lost wish, the yearning desire that earnestly sought a humble item. Loud fuss frightened potential coins, stall avoided, business lost, now is a new location required. Merely another day. Maybe should set up near well, but is a competitor. Dilemma. The coins are light and rations low. This one waits until tomorrow for a more satisfactory meal. Today's likely undercooked anyway. Why risk painful rumble? This one has all that is required. Empty bag and silent company comfortably resting on back. But rumbles sound. This one sighs but realizes rumbles are from spine. Curious. Then a sharp crack! "No, no, no!" this one must protest, lifting egg from back to gently set on ground. Cracks form not following egg pattern, inconsistency is amusing but panic is prevalent, "Not now! Not right time. Tomorrow much better, yes?" But emergence is not negotiable. In exploding thunderous cracking, the shell bursts away to reveal new life. A small hatchling dragon remains, inky raven black scales covering his wet hide, cracked traces of glowing embers where he stretches as he reaches out his unsharpened claws and fragile wings to fullest extent. The sounds that escape him are mewls and growls and this one's heart can barely contain. "This one must admit your arrival was expected," voice is kept soft and gentle as hatchling's eyes have yet to open, this one scoops the hatchling up and helps to clean him with scarf, "Who knew it would be this night?" When his face is clean, his eyes open as if barely risen but their bright golden fire lights the darkness. He sees this one and his eyes widen. He climbs and clambers forward gripping the clothes nuzzling himself under this one's chin before bringing his face close to cry out his plea. "Of course, you hatch hungry," this one holds the hatchling in one arm and tightly grips the pouch holding only a few coins.

I want to have a quick montage, like in a movie, of my dragon and I moving quickly from the mountain to the town. I would like to bump into several characters, individually, along the way. Is there a good spot in any of your stories where I could bump into you in the wilderness? It could be in your past, I suppose. These should be quick, funny encounters.

It late morning when we return to village market. Precious insist not needing time to recover and desires to busy himself in work. However, this one is surprised to hear that he desires to stay near Mystplaced Wishes rather than model for a time. This one confused but is grateful for his presence. His accident was scare. This one ensured he is unharmed and unmarked from fall but keeps makeshift bandage with salve in place - in case. And Precious not protest? Strange but helpful. A little funny to gather scattered stall after wild throw from desperate run. We laugh now. Better to laugh than focus on dread of moment. Fabric easy to find - merely kicked by crowd against wall. A little dusting and good as new - at least decent enough for stall. Precious insists to carry on his own. This one both impressed and surprised by how fast he grow. How strong he is now. This keep up he be harder to carry and hoist on shoulders. This one can't think of that now. Bittersweet is not preferred flavor. Yet, it seems this one does not know her own panicked strength. "Eh, is only minor problem." Precious gently shakes his head mildly amused as we see that crate thrown into alleyway is untaken yet not the same. This one thought old crate was sturdy but large crack splits side while threatening to spread. One large wish or leaning customer could cause its utter destruction. And broken stall bad for business. Precious suggests using fabric on ground for business, plenty of space and more restful. This one shakes head, "Some places is norm, not here. Here without stall or stage we look like begging or place to walk through. Too easily overlooked. Stall claims space, makes presence, creates atmosphere, and offers passerby's more accessibility. Turns gawkers to customers." Precious imagines repairing it to functionality. "Perhaps, unless split grows. But... if we get ahead of it, maybe! However, skill and tools required may cost much." Precious snorts, reminding this one of his gold we finally conceal.

When I was 1 year old my parents discovered I could talk to dragons that are still in their eggs… so unhatched dragons. I would sit for hours going from one dragon egg to another that were in our fairy nursery talking gibberish. Soon that gibberish became words and some eggs I would not go to. When asked why I explained that they weren’t old enough to talk yet and definitely not ready to be paired with anyone. After I turned 3 my parents noticed that I always ended up talking to a certain egg and whenever I would talk the egg would glow pink inside of the shell. So it was decided by my father that it was time to ask me if this was the one for me. So as my mother held me, my father picked up the egg and walked to us. I strained to reach out to the egg and laughed with joy. “Mine Mine” I said and we all celebrated. My mother made me a soft fur bag so I could carry my egg and told me that I needed to carry this egg until it was the time to hatch. “But remember this will take some time… your dragon needs to grow with you.” My mother reminded me. About 3 full moons later I met Urglish the Trollmom carrying a small child around the age of 5 years old. They went into a special room for a conference with my parents. After a while they came out and introduced Aliva @Misty to me. We became fast friends and for a few years they stayed around our home while Urglish visited the troll clan that was down the way by our home. Then sadly they had to leave again. During the next 30 years we would meet a few more times and we were still close friends. Between visits we would send messages back and forth. Since Im a fairy I don’t age very much so I still look much younger than I am and my parents are worried about that my dragon still hasn’t hatched so that I would be protected and not be alone. So they asked me to travel to see Aliva @Misty and maybe it would help because they had heard She lived close to a Hatching dragon village. And maybe the presence of other dragons hatching would help motivate my egg to hatch as well. So I packed my bag and made sure I had my cloak and started out.