In the early morning, before dawn has even started to lighten the veil of night, Isadora flits in an open window leading a litter of five tiny hatchlings. Isadora is the size of a butterfly. The hatchlings are no bigger than postage stamps. It is very obvious that their wings have just opened and they are only just learning to fly for they careen and bumble. Isadora lands smoothly atop the message board and waits for her litter to sort themselves out. One by one the land or crash beside her.

A pearl pink hatchling with lavender wings mewls for this little one has bashed it's nose on landing. Isadora licks the little one's nose gently. And baths it in a soft stream of fire. It hiccups.

A bright blue hatchling with crimson wings is mischievously toying with the tacs on the letter board. It pulls out the tacs one by one and chirps gaily as letters and notices flutter down to the ground. Isadora swats this little hatchling with her tail. Her eyes command clearly MS BEHAVE! NOT A TOY!

The runt of the litter, a brown with white speckled wings seems to be trying to eat one of the tacs. Isadora rolls her eyes and takes the tac away from it.

Isadora gathers the hatchlings together. They peer up at her intently. It seems the tiny dragon hatchlings learn Mind Speech before true speech for they are obviously receiving instructions, and are all very focussed; except perhaps for the brown runt who seems more interested in how much of it's own tail it can stuff into it's mouth.

They all honk once in acknowledgement and flit off in different directions; Isadora matronly watching over them, keeping an eye open for cats, birds, dogs and other creatures that might mistake her litter for lunch.

The pink dragon flits off back out the window to a nearby mansion. It finds the bed where Lord Rashis and Lady Merri sleep and lands on the candle beside their bed. The blue followed part way, then took off to find Cipher's room taking up a similar stance there. A green with indigo wings flits up to Lady Elisabeth's night table. A golden dragon with crystalline wings finds the spot where Lady Jaeden rests. The brown goes to Kat's room.

They do two things:

First with a very focussed intensity the minuscule dragons concentrate all their small hearts and heat on the bedside lanterns or candles and tiny shoots of flame light them. Phew that was exhausting.

(Well everyone manages but the brown who eats the wick off Kat's candle.)

Second, imitating Mom's YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW! look, they honk and bark furiously scolding their respective parties.

HONK, HONK, BARK, BARK, HONK, HONK!

(...well except the brown who scolds Kat's Hat. Oh well.)

That done, looking very proud of themselves, they fly back to mom. Who congratulates them all, even the brown, on a job well done.

Note: The involved parties may or may not have actually been in bed or even at home but when giving instructions to hatchlings who are only a few days old, one doesn't go into to too many details.

Addendum: As far as why you've been scolded? Well, my best guess would be that it has something to do with Bright having missed the hatching and well if he's not here to scold, it is completely like the little dragon to scold whoever else is available holding them responsible for her not getting her way. Isadora's decided she's not speaking to any of you any more. Well at least not until she feels like it, although, she might scold Rashis some more, she's got a bit of a thing for Rashis although she would deny it him not being a butterfly dragon and all. It's probably the gold armour... She can see herself in it. She likes that.

When Kat complements Isadora on her babies, Isadora looses some of bristle on her scales and smiles.

Thank you.

You enjoy the circus with the other children. We have our hands full.

The blue is currently trying to pull the wings off the brown and is biting his ear. The little brown runt howls pathetically. Isadora intervenes.

We're heading home to Dragon valley.

Tell Bright.

Thanks

~ Elisa, who is still trying to sleep, hears the small fluttering of wings...she opens one eye very slowly and watches the little hatchling that proceeds to chew her out for who knows what...she arches her eyebrow gently as it flies away...wondering what that was all about ~

OOC: Cute...~lol~..very cute...

Okay so it was night/day whatever when the little dragon came flying into the large mansion that was now from the al Faij family. Without doubt the little dragon would fly into a few rooms before finding the real room. Hell she could even stumble upon the murals from meri, the one with the dragons...

But soon she found her way and sat on next to the candle. Once she lightened it up and started to Honk one lazy eye went open and then without warning darkness settled.

What in Jaeden's name is going on??

He wouldn't get an answer but he would pinpoint the little dragon and watch it, then woould give her a quick MS

MS to the dragon: Tell Isadora that the spiders and Cayene pepper are out of the question now...

After that he would lift the veil of shadows and watch the dragon take off before snuggling into meri once more. Wincing a bit in the last remains of pain...

*She opened her emerald green eyes slowly at the sound of the strange noise and Rashis' exclamation and watched the tiny hatchling flitter out of the window and she looked to her husband as he settled back next to her*

Friend of yours??

He opened his eye lazily and then grinned.

Well... it seems she's a child of Isadora, who is a friend of bright... who is missing now...

So in a way... yes...

He grinned and then placed a soft kiss on her neck...

Deep within her sleep, she hears the scolding of the little dragon and she opens her eyes just in time to see the little gold hatchling flit towards the window, the candlelight glinting off the crystalline wings.

She reaches out to Isadora, in draconian.

~MS~ Isadora, the little one is quite lovely....of course, not the beauty you are....but lovely nonetheless. Bright is off to Greece according to his last letter. You are more than welcomed to read his letters when they arrive. Or I shall send you a copy by Monarth, a very nice psuedodragon. Please let me know.

She snuggled back to Malcolm and her sapphire eyes closed, reaching for sleep once more.