Snippet #2148859

Kaspartha inhaled a beautiful rosey scent and was delighted to see a gorgeous little hatchling appear. She was about to reach out to the new arrival when the small one hissed and said "I know about humans! Izotz, they are the ones that killed my mother and father!"

Kaspartha started a bit at that. But then she thought about the youngling. If this breed was so beautiful at such a young age, it was certainly they were downright astounding as adults... She was willing to bet many a nobleman would pay for wings such as hers. The thought made her sick. She could barely stand hunting for the sake of sustenance, much less sport. And moreover, these dragons had had young to care for, not that those who struck them down cared...

She thought back to the day her parents were taken from her and winced in sympathy. She'd hated, and still hates, royals for that soul crushing loss. She'd come to believe that all people of noble blood were selfish, ruthless people, so she could hardly blame the pink hatchling for looking at her the way she was. Also, she was expecting hatred from the dragons anyway. Kaspartha started to stroke Kivuli's pelt, happy for the only friend she she was going to make.

She smiled a bitter smile at the hatchling. "Well little one, you and I have something in common. Humans killed my parents as well. I can hardly apologize for the passing of your mother and father, because I myself didn't participate, but I understand your hatred. And you are entitled to it."

Kaspartha then frowned a bit as she heard some mild cracking noises. She decided that they were just Izotz' ice crystals falling and decided to ignore it for the time being.