Noises, there were noises was what the newly created fae first detected. Something... felt off he knew... or was it he thought? But warily he opened his deep green eyes and took in his surroundings. He was curl up somewhere... a nest perhaps? But who's nest? or was it just his nest?
A phantom tug in his chest to DO something startled him as he tumbled out of the nest. Good thing cause the nest he had been... sleeping? yes sleeping in- disappeared to who knows where.
"Odd..." His own voice automatically said. Was that his first word? In fact how did he know these words? Questions everywhere! Perhaps he'd find answers elsewhere? Another question.
So the very plain patterned forest fae took his first hesistant steps towards the noise that had woke him. Turns out, the noise echoed from some far away place, every step never seem to bring the fae closer. The... Sun(?) hovered directly overhead before he stumbled upon a clearing. Now this clearing wasn't just a pocket hole within the dense jungle the Fae found himself in.
Nay, the whole clearing could house a hundred dragons (that's what he was? he thought, but where did the thought come from? was he missing memories?) anyway it could house a hundred dragons many more times his tiny size and still have spare space. To the East was where the noise came from, a thundering waterfall that emptied into a deep pool of the South was a large rocky cliff looming over the massive field.
The fae's tucked wings spread out as he hopped-glided towards the cliff, he still hadn't a clue how to use his rusty wings. Once he made it across, his...paw? Hand? whatever pressed against the cold- and very brittle he noted- stone.
Many minutes later you could find him clawing out a decent tunnel into the cliff. A passing Soil colored Tundra observed this as she watched the little Fae dig away at the brittle stone almost francticly.
"Nice lair you're making." The Fae flinched and went stiff as he turned around and saw the strange-and larger-dragon before him. She too bore those deep green eyes as he did, but she was covered in a thick material...Fur? But she looked friendly enough.
"Thanks." He stated blandly, he hadn't a clue how to respond any other way.
"Can I help?" The Tundra asked politely, toying with a pebble that have come loose.
"Sure,"The Fae started, but a thought bugged him."What's your name?"
"Ivoryfang," Was the imediate answer, but the Fae thought it an odd name."And yours?" Now that stumped the Fae. What WAS his name? He couldn't seem to recall if he had one or not. So he gave a very confused shrug and twitch of his head fins. That's when the Tundra's eyes filled with light-the light of understanding.
"Your one of the dragons created out of thin air aren't you? No parents or relatives?" The fae nodded instinctively, but really he hadn't a clue what the dragon was saying.
"Same here, sorta. I kinda escaped from Crim's pile." At that the Fae gave a fluttered of motion from his head fins, conveying his confused alarm. She escaped from somewhere? Escaped?
"Anyway, you need a name don't you?" Ivoryfang said, ignoring or not understanding the motion around his head.
"Yes, of course a name would be lovely." The fae felt a little proud, more words were coming to him now and his confidence in speech grew. The two dragons soon disccused about a series of names that the Fae could take as his own. Buchanan ended up as the favorite, and the fae was forever refered to as such.
It wasn't long before the hole in the hall became a decent home. And then more dragons came, ones they met and brought in with them. two became four and four to sixteen until the Lair had expanded to house a whooping fifty-five dragons.
So many tales in the time it took a pair of dragons to go from their humble beginnings to the number is was at now.
And Buchanan? He never did find out where he came from or where the nest he woke up in went. But he became a leader, despite his small size. He became wiser despite what others thought capable of his species. He carried out difficult tasks that others thought too hard for a frail Fae to do.
He did all this, and he wondered so much as he kept his clan together, gained respect for doing things no one thought he could accomplish. Now all he needed to do, the one thing he'd yet to do...
Was speak without a monotone. Ivoryfang could only chuckle as she watched and tried to help the Fae she fell in love with produce a lower or higher pitch.
A/N: Been out of touch with writing for the pass couple of months, if you've been waiting for the next chapter of Returning, I apologize. I've had writer's block on it, but the next chapter is coming!