Nachtia carried her wayward charge back down the stairs for the second time today, and wondered what had gotten into the little one.
Black Dragons were normally not all that curious or exploration oriented. But this one seemed to have a rebellious spirit and a yearning to explore. Or perhaps it just wanted to fly around and enjoyed the fact that it was somewhere that it was told not to be?
Sometimes that sort of reverse psychology worked well on hatchlings, she was told.
However, she had never raised any of them before, and she wasn't actually a worker at the Orphanage. She had just answered the all hands on deck call when every egg in the space started hatching at once.
"What is with the escaping act? Did you have somewhere urgent to be?" She asked the little dragon as it began to wake up.
{Nowhere particular. It's just too people-y down there.}
