Sleipnir held his brother close, uncaring that they were dirty and sweaty or whatever. He had promised to protect him and no one else except Daddy and Father could ever raise them. There was no one else as good as Father or Daddy, no one...Even through all the times that they had been hurt by them, no one else could tell stories like Daddy or hold them warmly and strongly like Father. There would never be anyone else. He tightened his arms around Skylark and stared down at him, "Don't say that, Daddy and Father wouldn't want to hear that. Daddy and Father love us a lot, they'll come back to us one day." He whispered softly, eyes glistening with tears, but he swore he wouldn't cry. Not infront of his brother. He would be strong for him, like Father and Daddy, "They'll come back."

 Crying after his brother as he pulled away from him, he chase after him while Regnum tried to back away from the young vulnerable tot. Standing up and pressing himself against the wall, he tried to draw back his heat away from the young one. Sleipnir chased after him, busy stopped short of his brother. Unsure what to do as Skylark screamed and threw his tantrum. He didn't know how to deal with this sort of situation, his brother had never freaked out this badly. He-They needed Daddy and Father. He sent all his warmth and care towards his brother and watched as Terra picked him up.

 He followed tearfully as his brother started to scream and cry, trying to soothe him. The rest of the dragons and the hydras gazed at the toddler sadly. Beelzebub and Ferrum looked away, while Regnum and Sanate shared this look that Sleipnir couldn't understand. Looking around, he wondered why they weren't doing anything. They were the adults, they were supposed to know what to do. They were meant to make everything alright, why were they all so...so USELESS?!

 Skylark was right, no one could replace their true parents, but at least the others were still there for the both of them while Daddy and Father were...away. He rushed up to them, placing a hand on Terra's arm, he stared up at her next to his tearful brother. "We'll see Daddy? A-and Father? We'll be a family again?" He asked with the same hesitant hopefulness. Clutching the sock close to his chest, he felt the little white pebbles inside press against him. Smooth stones that had been made smooth and white by the world. Experience and hardships had made them smooth. Were Daddy and Father still rough?

 He followed after his brother, happy to hug whoever, "We'll be the best dragons and hydras ever! Daddy and Father will never wanna leave us!" He declared, tackling his brother in a hug. Laughing out loud as they fell onto the floor. Beelzebub stared down at the two of them and then glared up at Charon. Forte was the only one who knew him second best to Edge. Sleipnir froze at Charon's shout, staring up wearily at Beezlebub who growled down at him, then turned away, pulling away from Forte. He stomped back up the stairs, leaving the room in a dead silence.

 "We won't let him." He muttered softly, "When Daddy and Father find us, we'll take care of him." He muttered a little darkly. Holding his brother tightly, he turned back to the rest of them. "Can we get something to eat?"