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GW2 Creator Week | Day 1: Dragon

---- Egg chamber of Tarir, 1329 AE

----- Set during Dragon Vigil.

There’s pain in her leg; left thigh, surface wound but wide. Burn on her hand where gauntlet met destroyer skin. Her shoulder screams, her ankle cries under pressure.

It doesn’t matter.

Nyra’s hands are shaky as she beholds the tiny dragon spawned from the egg she gave up Trahearne for, her. Her staff drops to the ground with a loud thud. Jory and Lazarus’ shadows still linger, but Nyra doesn’t bother looking.

It doesn’t matter.

Somehow her heartbeat’s there and there’s a dragon she carried all over Maguuma while still in egg, her destiny stolen from her, the toughest choice she’s ever had to make. The dragon’s eyes remind her of Trahearne’s, and immediately she has sap all over her hands again and the mixture is delightfully colourful, red and yellow falling on broken Caladbolg on the ground.

Aurene makes a noise and somehow, somewhere, it matters. Nyra makes a noise of her own, a half-broken, breathless sob, and her heart expands a little with each passing heartbeat. Warmth tickles down her cheeks, her skin, her chest, her heart.

“Champion?” The Luminate asks quietly.

Nyra takes a few more steps, out of breath. “The hatchling,” she manages to say, but it sounds so cut off she’s wondering how she got her lips to make sounds at all.

“The hatchling is safe, Champion,” Luminate says gently. “Thanks to you.”

“She has Trahearne’s eyes,” Nyra whispers. “His eyes..” A few more steps; leg hurts, ankle screams, shoulder hurts under the trembling of her body. Her voice is heavy with tears, joy, grief, pain, relief, love, all in one breathless sound as she repeats, “his eyes..”

Her daughter’s close, poised on a pedestal, small and blue and dragon, her jaws open as she makes little noises and Nyra doesn’t understand the onslaught in her chest squeezing and tightening and releasing, but she understands she has to reach, on her bloody hands if she has to, that one glimmer of hope that is her daughter on a pedestal.

A step away from it, her legs give out and she collapses, holding quickly on the edges of the pedestal so she doesn’t break her nose. Aurene makes a little step towards her and Nyra pulls her in a hug, crying loudly, wondering if this is what her mother felt like when she was born, if she is allowed such relief at all.

“Nyra,” Jory’s voice calls from somewhere far away, “Boss, are you okay?”

“She will be,” Caithe answers with gentle certainty, and Nyra doesn’t hear her approach over the sound of her own sobs and Dwayna’s prayers in Aurene’s ear. She feels a light hand on her ailing shoulder.

And she knows, deep in her heart, that whatever Caithe’s done, whatever Caithe ever does, she will never, ever harm Aurene. And in that feather-light touch there is a promise of that too.

As I've said before, Floppy didn't have much access to technology as a young progeny, so she focused on learning other things instead. Most specifically was how to identify local plants (and later just any plant because it became a hyperfixation and she wanted to know more)

Because of that she was able to identify edible plants while wandering through the jungle in HoT and would just eat them on the spot (Because I don't have time to eat, I'm the Commander!)

She often did that when other's weren't around but was once caught doing it (depiction below)

From the moment that Feyn first saw the egg, she felt –

Well, to be honest, she didn’t know what to call it for a long time. She hadn’t even been the first to see it; the Zephyrites had watched over it for years, Caithe had hidden it from the first Commander, and Feyn had only come along when the two were fleeing the Mordrem deep in the jungle. She hadn’t fully understood what or how important it was at first, but from the very first touch she felt inexplicably connected to it in a way she had never felt to anything ever before.

1) I’m having fun writing! and

2) I invented two random Pact members off the cuff to be POV characters to show how wild my Commander is and now I’m kind of attached to them so….

elementalists dealing with, well, elements. and their corresponding magic

Achromant is my main character

Ghlis is my dear second, here in a semi-icebrood version

Baruhn, strong third, former flame legion smoke shaman, currently working for Ash