First Light

A welcoming silence filled the environment along with the scent of sandalwood when the first rays of morning entered through the large window of the small room in Silvermoon, bathing the classic wooden furniture, filled with red and golden cushions.

In silence, Rath opened the main door letting Nimih enter first, carrying some bags from the bakery closest to the small apartment, different from what they were used to in their days in Stormwind. Holding the crate from last night and some letters in his hands, Rath followed Nimih who was already chattering about the exorbitant prices of Silvermoon.

"It's not like we're without resources." He said leaving the crate beside the door.
"But I'm sure they charge us more just because we're new in the city." She replied.
"The prices are fixed." He said walking to the center table between the sofa and two armchairs, leaving the letters and correspondence, while frowning when seeing a letter with the seal of Valdrakken.

"How do you know?" She asked stopping in the middle of the room after leaving the bags on the dining table.
"There's a large chalk board with the prices..." He said while opening the letter with the symbol of Valdrakken and keeping her brow bothered.
"Magic chalk, the prices change daily, as if there were inflation!" She put both hands on her waist and tilted her head to the side looking curious at him. "Are they asking us to come back?" She asked pointing with her nose to the letter in his hand.

"If only it were just that..." He let out a small sigh. "Taxes." He showed the small letter with absurd values.
"We can sell that apartment... you know..." She shrugged.
"After all the renovations you did? Spending millions?" He raised a judgmental eyebrow.
"Think positive, it will appreciate more-" She stopped mid-sentence and the tip of her ears moved like a radar and, making her widen her eyes.

"What is it?" He looked at her leaving the correspondence aside and going in her direction.
"Why am I not hearing the humming of the lightservants' energy?" She froze for a moment while Rath seemed to notice that there really was something wrong.

Both turned slowly returning their gazes to each of the five doors in the room. The kitchen door, closed. The social bathroom door, closed. Their bedroom door, closed. The office door, closed. The baby's room door, ajar.

Both looked at each other quickly and Nimih ran at full speed to the room. The house lights turned on and off while Rath followed the trail of energy left by his wife in a probable explosion of adrenaline. Nimih pushed the door violently, making the doorknob sink into the wall while Rath transformed into his Dracthyr form behind her, putting his claws and fangs out in a roar.

The scene inside the room, however, was not unusual.

Everything seemed perfect.

The paintings of the forests of Eversong and Valdrakken were perfectly aligned, the small bed next to the crib seemed perfectly made. The light wood wardrobe was also closed. All the furniture seemed perfectly in its proper place.

But around the simple wooden crib, three small mountains of golden dust, with golden chains indicated that the lightservants had been unsummoned.

And there it was: the golden egg, intact.

The couple stopped abruptly in front of the door while Nimih dissipated the trail of energy she had left behind her and Rath brought a hand to his head, scratching between his horns.

"What do you think..." He said before being interrupted.
"The baby was hungry." She answered before he finished the sentence.

Silence.

"How did they do that?" Asked the Dracthyr.
"Do you really want to ask that question?" She answered rhetorically while listening to the magic mop with green Kaja'cola bristles approach, followed by the broom and the magic dustpan, organizing themselves to clean the three little piles of golden sand.

"At least they work together..." Rath said seeing the scene. "But I don't remember having a magic dustpan..."
"It was on sale at the corner store...." She answered going to the crib, to hold the wooden bars while looking at the egg and being surrounded by the three magic objects that cleaned the room.

Rath walked to the window that had the curtains ajar and opened them just a little, letting a few sun rays illuminate the room.

"Rath..." Nimih whispered focusing her gaze on the egg.
"Yes?" He said turning to her, walking carefully in the small room with his huge draconic figure, needing to lower his head to not hit the small cloud-shaped chandelier while the dustpan, the mop and the broom floated out of the room.

"The whelp is very quiet..." She said with a somewhat fearful voice.
"Sleeping?" He asked approaching the crib to inspect the egg. "They sleep inside the egg."
"I don't think it's-" Was what she managed to say before a sound filled the environment.

A loud crack noise accompanied by a crack in the egg, which started small and soon branched through the golden egg between the black spikes.

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Both fixed their gaze on the egg and without noticing, leaned forward, marveled by the possibility of witnessing what was to come. Rath held the crib bars while Nimih held his arm. Rath squeezed the bars with so much force that the wood was dented while Nimih held her breath.

Behind them, the magic mop, the broom, the dustpan, returned to the door, as if observing the scene. The cats, Flame and Duchess also appeared, walking slowly into the room. Duchess sat on the rocking chair, enjoying a privileged view, while Flame walked around the crib, standing up, supporting her little paws on the bars, as if wanting to see up close.

The crack was accompanied by small taps from inside the hard shell, which made it open more, revealing a crack to inside the egg. It was not possible to know what was inside the egg but something moved inside.

A draconic gaze orange like fire with a golden glow shone through the crack and in a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to the couple, a small black whelp with some reddish scales broke the egg completely.

Its small wings, claws and scales were perfect. The little one stretched its wings sitting among the egg shards, between spikes and shells, while the large curious eyes seemed to get used to reality and light, focusing on the parents, who at the moment had no reaction whatsoever.

Rath opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out. Nimih looked at the small whelp, offering a loving smile while releasing her husband's arm and reaching for the small being to bring they to the comfort of her lap. There were no protests from the little one who simply nestled in the mother's lap, to the fascination of the father, who tried to comprehend the bond of affection and magic between them.

The little one had a unique aura, a mix of the parents' energy. Rath thought that the small creature could be capable of doing wonders, while Nimih just smelled the whelp on the forehead, giving a small kiss before with one of her hands, starting to count the three claws of each hand of the small whelp.

"Is everything there?" Rath asked as if he had been pulled from his thoughts and taken by an irrational fear.
"All the little claws..." She answered softly while turning to Rath, displaying the whelp who now focused the large orange eyes with the father's with a golden glow like the mother's.
"Perfect." Rath said bringing one of his giant claws to caress the little one's face, who nestled against the father's hand.

Duchess had already gotten down from the rocking chair, giving place for Nimih to sit while Rath positioned himself behind, opening even more the curtains and the windows, letting the morning breeze fill the environment.

The magic broom leaned its handle on the magic mop's handle while the dustpan stayed beside them. Duchess and Flame were now at Nimih's feet, curious about the new small creature.

The whelp in turn, closed his eyes and nestled in the mother's lap, seemed to take his first nap, in the safety of his new home.

"He needs a name." Said Rath approaching.
"He's your firstborn..." She said softly. "You choose." She looked at her husband and offered a sweet smile.

Rath returned the smile with a nod and still in his Dracthyr form, he sat beside the rocking chair, trapped now in the thoughts of fascination about the small creature that had the mother's scent, the father's draconic features and were a mix of the couple's energy.

Duchess purred loudly pushing Flame with her head when both left the room along with the magic objects floated to the kitchen, leaving the couple and the small whelp in the silence that said more than any words.

Everything was at peace.