#flameblossom

[0210qx]

Can Rafayel & Sylus fight?

its me and my wife alina in the bday outfit 🥹

#DOVEBLOSSOM🕊️🌸

[snowkits-flight]

Halfkit is very rude (and very much grounded) 

[vegaclanrising]

“I...?” Luscious stared at Flameblossom and Galileo. By the Eleven, what was going on? “You two are having hatchlings?”

“Triplets!” Amara said helpfully from her new bench. It was layered with scales, a gift from Flight, the shy skydancer who had recently joined the clan. Amara ran her claws over it constantly, creating a continuous low hum. “I think they’ll take after their Mama.”

“Thank you,” Flameblossom said, not an ounce of contrition in her face. Both dragons were older than he, Galileo by a very large amount, and yet here he was staring at Flameblossom like she personally made the sun rise and fall. “I hope they get their papa’s loving spirit.”

“You three do realize there are already 16 dragons in our lair, yes? And that the Windsinger has given us room for 25 at any given time, yes? And we’re supposed to be providing haven for dragons without a home?”

Amara reached out a claw the run it down Luscious’s back. “Calm down love. We’ll figure it out.” 

“Will we?” he asked. He shook his head and tugged on his fringe. “Have you told “Leah, Phecda, and Lihua yet?”

The silence stretched out, Galileo and Flameblossom refusing to look him in the eye. 

“You need to tell them,” Amara said. They all looked at her. She was doing it again, that thing where she stretched herself out to her full length, went still and made even imperials feel small. Was it just him, or had the wind picked up? “Do you want the two girls you adopted to feel like you’re replacing them?”

“No, of course not,” Galileo started. “We didn’t think-”

“No you didn’t. I’m over the moon for you two to have children together. Your first, I know, Flameblossom. But you already have children, even if Leah is grown now, you just adopted Phecda. They should hear from you. Not the clan announcement.”

“Go tell them,” Luscious said. “They’re with Riley and Matteo in the kitchen.”

After they were some distance away, Amara let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t like to do that you know.”

“I love you anyways.”

[vegaclanrising]

Flameblossom shook out her massive fur coat, trying to remember how she got here. She was at home, and then she flew across the sea to stretch her wings. And then it got warmer. Was this perhaps the Windswept plateau? 

A sweet singing caught her attention. She decided to follow the noise. She couldn’t remember how to get home you see, and following the beautiful melody seemed as good a choice as any. She eventually came across a beautiful imperial. 

She was obviously a baby, that much Flameblossom knew. The girl was only a metre longer than she, and although she couldn’t remember her teacher’s name, she remembered that he was much, much bigger than she. 

“How are you little one?” Flameblossom asked. 

The little imperial glanced down. “Lonely.”

“Are you lost?” the tundra asked, settling down next to baby, who looked ready to cry. 

“N-no.” she sobbed out. “I don’t have anywhere.”

“Oh baby,” Flameblossom said. “I don’t have anywhere to go back to either. What’s your name?”

“Lihua,” she said, sniffling, and burrowing her head into the older dragons fur. “I’m not sure where to go.”

“Neither am I,” Flameblossom said. 

“I can take you somewhere!” The two looked up to see a green and gold spiral dragon twisting in the air above them. “Our clan grounds are just up the steppes, and it’s a place for anyone who needs a home!”

“Are you sure,” the white tundra asked. “We wouldn’t want to be an imposition.”

“Nah! My name’s Leah! Come with me!”

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Luscious stroked at his fringe, feeling the beginnings of a headache begin to form. 

Of course Leah would think their clan was home for every dragon who looked lost. And of course Amara would think the idea was the best thing ever, and grab their very shy twins to meet the massive imperial hatchling. And of course Galileo would be cooing over a baby big enough to squash him in it’s sleep. 

But... could he really complain? This was what home was, a place of warmth and acceptance. But, even if his expanding family wanted to love up on every lost dragon in Rising, it’d be up to him to make sure that their sweet trust was no abused. Perhaps it would be worth it to look into security?