Valstrath took the crudely made pouch necklace and slipped it over his head. "Thank you broodmother. I shall heed your words." He replied with words far beyond his young years. This attack had made them all grow up so fast.
Razeth however took the offered seeds and nodded quietly. He was thinking about how beautiful and safe the vines had made him feel. He secretly mourned their loss and sacrifice.
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Reaper softly cried for the loss of his baby girl. He held Trogdor all the closer because of the frailty of their circumstance and the uncertainty of his mate's survival with the rest of their wyrmlings.
Slygotha the Broodmother thought as she led her wyrmlings towards the river. The river would eventually wind down into the sea (with all that itchy yucky salt water), to where humans lived in masses. Physically, they would blend into the local population easily. They just would avoid talking to the humans if possible. The clothes, though. The clothing on the corpses that littered the landing around the den was pretty rank. And honestly, she wasn't sure if she had the skills necessary to craft passable clothing.
She did have one covering she could craft, but it might make them stand out for different reasons than festering uncured animal skins or clothing peeled from corpses. She would craft them all shrouds of darkness like her own. It was a simple spell, and self sustained once cast, depending upon how much is sunk into the initial spell.
She had taken them to the river's edge. It would be safest to remain in the water as long as possible. The river twisted lazily away, spread wide. The dead trees nearby dipped their branches into the murky waters.
" Wyrmlings, I will craft you each a shroud of darkness. It will be very similar to mine," here she pointed to the obsidian colored stone embedded in her chest. It radiated a faint darkness, like a black hole pulling the surrounding light into it. Closing her eyes, she squeezed her palms together, her eyes turning black while darkness crept from around her, swirling into her palms instead of spreading outward. Her brows furrowed with concentration, her eyes taking on the appearance of bottomless pits. As strands of darkness gathered faster into her pressed palms, Slygotha started chanting to direct the spell, weaving enchantment into three stonelike objects, similar to her own, but smaller in scale to suit her young. With a final flourish, she closed her vacant black hole eyes, her voice reaching a cresendo.
When she opened her eyes again, they had returned to normal. Revealing her palms, there lay three black obsidian colored stones, emitting a faint darkness. She presented one to each wyrmling, showing them how to plant the stone into their chest and work the spell.
Nidhogg was unsure of herself, but watched closely everything going on. She affixed the spell stone to her chest, feeling a weird surge of energy. Immediately, the stone reacted to Nidhogg, expanding into a shapeless black mass with her as its nexus.
"Help mother!" Squealed Nidhogg.
" Just calm yourself down, little one, and command the stone. It will take some practice, but it is easy enough."