Sharp cracks split the stone behind Valtor. The nest shifts, and several tiny bronze hatchlings emerge on four unsteady legs, blinking beneath their father’s broad wing.
Their dusky scales gleam like miniature reflections of Valtor’s own hide. They crowd together, peeping insistently as hunger overtakes their first wonder at the open air.
Valtor
They have hatched hungry. The tribute cannot wait until after Devia.
Dagg Nabbitt
Then we should go to Nabbitt Farms for the beef bison now, and visit Devia after the hatchlings are fed.
Tarna settles her shield and hammer securely, while Dagg remains seated behind Valtor’s shoulders. Below, the hatchlings press beneath their father’s wing as he spreads the other toward the wind.
Tarna Óhagganlegur
A fed clutch will make better neighbors. Let us bring the promised meal home before we ask Devia to welcome them.
Valtor launches from the ridge, carrying Dagg and Tarna toward Nabbitt Farms while the hatchlings remain sheltered in the nest. Their peeping follows him into the bright mountain air, and the farm’s distant fields rise ahead.
“{Valtor flies off with Tarna and Dagg on his back. Dagg is visibly scared, but not abou falling, he is scared his hat will fly away, he holds it down on his head with one hand as wind flies past them hair flowing in the sky.}”
SUCCESS (Superb Agility, rolled -2)