==> Sallom:Hatch
its finally time!! Avonis belongs to @memurfevur and I thank him so so so much for allowing me to write a drabble with such a wonderful character!!
too tight.....want to stretch The room was dark in the corner Shuska had left her grubs cocoon. The darkness compounded inside the silken cage that housed the pyrite blood. Little arms pressed against the silk he had spun so carefully to keep himself warm. need space! Need air! With every bit of energy he could muster, Sallom managed to tear a crack in his coon. Fresh air came trickling into the darkness and causing him to gasp thankfully for the cold that evaded his warm space. A thought dawned on his sleepy little mind. Cold....Mama....cold * * * * *
"Shuska darling~ I'm home! You wont believe the specimen I found for our collection!" Avonis stepped into the apartment he shared with his matesprit and family, a bright smile on his lips as he sat his prize on the dining room table. "Shuska? Are you in here?" the jade searched their apartment, finding that everyone was out doing their own things. "Guess I'll have to show her later" he sighed to himself, wandering back towards the living room. papa? hear papa? Sallom whined, unsure on how to use the new form of his mouth quite yet. The sound was quiet, muffled, but keen senses were a gift that a jade would have even without turning like he did. With a quick little chirp of his ears, Avonis stared at the closed door he had stopped near. Was it finally time? "Sallom, are you awake?" he crooned in a soft tone. The answering cry was almost instantaneous. It had been a while since he had done hatch duty in his old caverns, but the familiar knowledge was there when he called for it. "It's alright, I'm right here little one" he crooned, stepping into the room and quickly gathering what he needed and making his way to where the cocoon was settled. "Come on, I can see those little fingers, you can do it." Sallom heard his voice, louder now, and was filled with determination to be freed from his self imposed prison. A pitiful cry escaped his little form. This was more effort than he thought he would need, but his papa was right there! It felt like hours to him as the little troll fought his way from his coon, though through it all, Avonis kept up his patient encouragement. "You're almost there little one, come on just a little more!" So....tired.... Sallom had split the coon enough to reach his little arm out and groped for something, anything that could help. Avonis gave a proud little smile when the finger he had offered had a little hand wrapped around it and holding tight. Through the cracked cocoon he could see a bright grey eye and his heart gave a pained squeeze. The last time he had seen such a fresh little face it had been his own. Another pang, this one of guilt for the past, was coupled with a new wave of pride and hope. He had another chance to help them grow up. To help a troll he considered his own to grow and learn even if they didn't have his blood running through their veins. Sallom fought against the coon and finally managed to pull himself free, taking his first deep breath as not a grub, but a troll born anew upon the planet that he would learn to fear and fight. He let out a wail, a natural response to the sudden rush and shock of cold after the warmth he had kept himself at for so long. "Shhh, It's alright" Avonis couldn't help but smile as he bundled him in a towel, wiping stray bits of hair and silk from the pyrites face. "Welcome to the world Sallom" he hummed, holding the babe close. "Welcome home my sweet boy"
