My mind swims in confounded oblivion clinging to Mother's reassuring voice, soothing warmth, and comforting thrum. Aches and relief crash into me like waves until a chilled consciousness stirs me. Familiar smells surround me: musty wood beams, stale straw, burning oil, old leather, precious metal, and Mother. But I don't feel her warmth or thrum. My bleary eyes open to the lantern that lights up the loft. A luxury for us as Mother doesn't want light to let others know where we live. Mother? I call out in mind and voice, it sounds weaker than usual. I hate this. I lift my head and swivel my gaze peering about the whole of the barn. I don't see her but I smell her. Looking down I realizes she draped her shawl around me, wrapped something over my head, and left her bag to the side. My head aches and I close my eyes trying to block it out until it dawns on me. My eyes snap back to the abandoned bag. Mother... left it?? She never goes without it! Never leaves it behind! It may as well be her first child - but there it is, just left haplessly on the loft floor. Shifting and creaking boards snap my attention to the window Mother has been using for a door. Mother worries that each snowfall will make the main doors hard to open and the cold harder to keep out. She latches the window shut and turns to me holding a bundle her clouds of breath dispersing as she adjusts to the warmth. "Precious!" She coos in a voice that makes me both cringe and relieved as she charges toward me quickly ascending the ladder. Mother scoops me up and holds me close and I sink into her, holding onto her tighter than usual. It's so rare to see her more clearly without her shawl hiding her and the darkness obscuring her. This is Mother. Carmel coated with warm soot capping each extremity, I melt into her yearning for comfort and balm. Mother hums her lullaby as she tends to me, feeding me, and soothing me. She added herbs to the savory meat that dull the pain and ointment to my bound wound. Her touch is gentle and deliberate, and though she hides it under her calm. I sense her worry.

At our Dragon's Feast of Ideas, we established that it would be helpful to have a few things here to help with roleplaying, interacting, and integration into the environment. I will list each topic separately in this thread, and we can expand on them together. Please reply to the related topic so that the ideas fall in line for better clarity.

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.