Edge smiled. The kiss had drained him of whatever kind of energy that was left, and he only had a fleeting glimpse left. "Hn...." Violet eyes narrowed slightly. Now that he was done doting, he was observing. And there was something really different about his Path-Path. Maybe it was the sinister dark in his golden eyes, or the way Path held him tighter than normal. The longing way Path stared at him, like a sailor stranded in the ocean who had seen little specs of land. What exactly was up? The boy's jet back hair was combed as he ran his hand through it nervously. Trust him, he reminded himself. There was nothing like tearing apart a relationship with a lack of trust and understanding. 

Sighing deeply, the boy's eyes began to feel heavier and heavier as he laid on the dragon's lap. A week ago, they would have stayed like this for hours and hours. But... Why did it feel so uncomfortable? Edge squirmed a bit, trying to stop the pins and needles. He pouted slightly and put his palms on Path's shoulders, smiling before he slid off. Trying not to let Path know how painful it was to sit on his lap. Plastering on a fake smile, Edge squeezed his hands together. "I'll go... uh... unlock the vaults." With that, he skipped out of the room and punched in a code to pop open the last remaining vault. There was just one more, because admittedly, between a pregnant dragon, two newborn dragons and himself, the food had diminished. Sighing as he eyes the few carcasses of pig suspended by wire. Edge sat down in front of it and thought to himself. 

Why did being with Path seem so different? Why did his love feel like it was gone? There were many questions. The scientist began to slowly walk back to the bedroom. Path wanted to take Sleipnir and Skylark hunting. But what would they hunt for? As an ecological scientist, he knew there was nothing to find anymore, except for the grotesque spiders that lived around the surface. Smiling to the white dragon, Edge would step around him and instead go to their sleeping kids. He rubbed their stomachs as he sat on the mattress. "Daddy loves you..." He whispered lovingly before using Sleipnir's soft stomach as a pillow. It was so cute how the two clung to each other. Soon, Edge found himself in a deep sleep, his cheek rubbing against the wool of his son's shirt. He embraced the baby dragon lovingly. It was strange, but in a few months, they would be as big as him... 

Skylark suddenly felt something familiar hit his nostrils. It was his daddy! He wanted to wake, but found he was too tired to. Perhaps not exercising while in the egg was a bad thing. Sleipnir might have enough energy, though.