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"Faquel..." The tiny hatchling seemed to struggle with getting his name to sound correctly. "Arrow bite Faquel hard?"

"You...could say that," Faquel said, a hint of pain lacing through his voice. He didn't want to dwell on the more painful memories from earlier that day. What mattered now was what lay infront of him. Again, the hatchling's lack of knowledge bemused him. If this hatchling was going to be his bonded, he had a long way to go with him.

A thought accured to Faquel as he lowered himself to the cave floor, folding his legs and resting his hands on his knees. His right wing folded over his shoulder, giving him the appearance of wearing a cloak. "Hey, I don't know your name yet! What do you call yourself? I can't call you 'hatchling', now can I?"