Winglets #1 script 5 || Fierceteeth

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Fierceteeth: I think it was stupid Morrowseer’s fault. (If you don’t know who he is, count yourself lucky.) He was losing his mind around then, yelling at everyone all the time; you did NOT want to stand between him and any lava, just in case. See, Morrowseer was trying to make sure someone had eggs that would hatch at least near the brightest night. He really wanted some choices for his glorious prophecy. Instead, he got only one egg with the right timing. One blah little egg that was the center of Mother’s universe. So mother had just told me no, she couldn’t leave her precious boring second egg to take me hunting, and I was sitting there glaring at it and wondering who I could trick into cracking it for me. It was small for a dragon egg, and black, the color of our scales, so it basically looked like an extra lump sticking off Mother’s tail. And then we heard the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of grumpy talons stomping our way, and in comes gigantic Morrowseer, all frowning and portentous as usual. Morrowseer: I have come for you egg, Farsight. Fierceteeth: he said to mother. That’s Morrowseer- not exactly a “ good morning how are you, nice grim sulfur-smelling weather we’re having” kind of dragon. But then, neither am I, so I can respect that. Mother clutched her egg closer to her. Farsight: Mine? Are you sure? Fierceteeth: Morrowseer waved his wings impatiently at the nearly empty hatchery. Morrowseer: Do you see a hundred other options? Fierceteeth: He jabbed one claw towards the only other egg in the hatchery. Morrowseer: That one isn’t due to hatch until after the brightest night. Yours is it. Congratulations, your the mother of a prophesied dragonet. Now hand over the egg. Farsight: But…right now? Won’t I get to meet my dragonet? Can’t we let the egg hatch here and give her to the talons of peace later? She could grow up with us, then we could send her to the continent in a few years. Wouldn’t that be better, to raise her like a real Nightwing? Fierceteeth Mother was doing that dragon thing if assuming her special perfect egg has a female dragonet inside. WRONG. Morrowseer: Unnecessary. Our genetic superiority with manifest wherever this dragonet hatches and however it is raised. And the Talons need to think they’re in charge of the dragonets, at least for now.