He smiled affectionately at his mate, closing his eyes, he let himself fall into a comforting darkness. Unafraid, he knew everything was going to be just fine. It all would work out. His senses to the outside world were cutoff and he found himself dreaming of older times. His mother's calming voice soothing him with a lullaby. The warmth of her side that he rested against, head tucked under her protective wing. Content to stay like this until his father brought back food. Opening his eyes, he expected to see his mother smiling at him with her beautiful iridian eyes, how he wished he had eyes like hers. Instead, he opened his eyes to see a beautiful face twisted in fear and anxiety. Beautiful eyes clouded with poisonous dread, the knowledge of imminent doom. [i]"Run. Relin, Run!" [/i] Her voice rang in his ears, his mother getting further and further away from him. He ran. Towards her not away. He ran, but could never catchup. Couldn't get there in time..

 He remembered. Weakened, injured and left behind, the beautiful dragoness gave her life to protect her young. He remembered. He didn't want to. Turning away from it, he stared ahead at the lay thread of memories trudged up from the mwly corners of his mind. Things he had strived to forget now resurfacing. No way to escape them or all the feelings they invoked. He looked around, saw a memory flitting in and out of the gloom, calling. It had Edge's name written all over. He figured if it was Edge, it couldn't be bad... Reaching out, he dreamed.

 He listened when he could, felt when warmth was near. Trying to picture everything he had yet to know. A stray word "Sleipnir'' and he held on. A single touch of Warmth and he nudged against it. Heart beating in tanderm with such feelings each new thing brought up. At then he felt it, a single emotion. Breaking past the thick layer of his shell. It was frightening to have his home breached like that, but he had yet to know danger and thus didn't know fear either. Curiously, he grasped it, turning it over in his mind. It brought On a feeling of lightness, a happy quickening of his newly formed heart. Poking, prodding before he sent it back. "Love" the repeated back. Adding a new feeling. ''Warmth'