Slygotha noticed Reaper waiting for her at the water's edge. Allowing her massive head to break the surface gently, her eyes blinked several times with a quiet snick as she took in the moonlit meadow. There was forest all around, but it looked like several had fallen down here, and the damp forest had not yet reclaimed the space. There was enough room for the small ones to get a real feel for maneuvering in the air and learning to use terrain. Nidhogg looked around in wonder; none of the wyrmlings had ever been outside past the swamp just outside their cave. Everything seemed so big! Gugol snorted. She felt this was all a waste of her time, but to defy the broodmother would invite trouble, so she stood by patiently waiting. Trogdor pulled himself clumsily to the shore, capering among the boggy overgrowth.
" Let's go, broodmother!" He shouted as he raced ahead in the direction they were all looking. Glancing back at them, the runt ran into an overturned stump with a thud.
Slygotha heaved herself from the water, a serpentine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She looked back to Reaper, stating," it's perfect."