Sleipnir squirmed in Edge's arms, tail wrapping around his wrist for support. The excited movements of his wings kept throwing him off balance and he fisted a handful of Edge's shirt in his curious little hands, not really caring when his tiny sharp claws reduced the garment to strips. He kept his eyes trained on Edge, only squeezing them shut when he was kissed on his head. The gesture made a feeling of warmth spread through him and he reached up, seeking to replicate it, but he could get high enough to peck Edge's cheek. Leaning back into his embrace, he buried his head against Daddy's shoulder to escape the harsh lights. Trying to send back 'love' to Edge. The connection didn't work as well, but Sleipnir was sure he got the message through as he snuggled in the warmth of Daddy's arms. One bright violet eye peeking out to acknowledge his brother's presence as he spoke, flawless without a single stutter a mispronounced word. Dragons were so advanced for their age.

 "More." His voice rose barely above a whisper as he clung to Daddy and tried to send him more love. He lord He loved Daddy more and he was sure of it. Watching as Skylark was brought closer to him. Curiously, he reached out towards the familiar stranger he had spent his first few weeks Conversing with. He realized skylark had the same pretty eyes as Daddy did. Such a thought was passed over clear and strongly, the mental connection having not waned even after they left their shells. Sleipnir could still use feelings to Communicate instead of words. Responding to the whisper with a pompous feely of 'I love Daddy more.' . They had yet to acknowledge Edge's distress.

 Path Was gone near all day and night before he made a racket climbing back down the chute. His pale skin and white hair were mattered and obscured by grime and dirt. Filth was caked under his claws and a trickle of dried blood shore in his hair. Golden eyes dull. He collapsed.