Deep in the Underdark on the outskirts of Menzoberranzan sat the fortress of Bregan D'aerthe. Their trade and contacts with the surface world had made them rich and the fortress was nicely furnished, but no room so lushly decorated as the leaders.
The room smelled of foreign spices and perfumes, the walls lined with rare paintings and weaponry from far away places. The cold stone floors were covered with soft thick rugs and furs on top of which sat the focus of the room. In the very center stood a large four poster bed with a high headboard draped with luxurious black and purple silk fit for an Emperor.
Which made the small nest of pillows and sheets of silk piled at the foot of the bed around a mirror sheen egg a bit out of place. In fact the thing looked to be no more then a trinket, some novelty item made for a rich nobles collection then an actual egg. In fact the novelty item probably would have looked more like an actual egg then this one. Then again things made to impersonate other things often looked more like the things they were made to impersonate then the thing itself.
That and the little scratching noises and the gradual rocking of the egg proved well and with enough finality what the very merchant Jarlaxel had bought it from knew. The egg was certainly no fake and it's occupant Wanted Out.
The scratching and rocking increased with each second as it's occupant thrashed about inside attempted to get free even as fine spiderweb like cracks began to fracture the surface of it's shell. It had had a long journey up to this point and the little dragon was sick of being shuffled this way or tossed and jerked that way and now that her egg had been still a few days she was well. . .frankly bored!
A few more well placed kicks widened the cracked until finally with one last heave a bit of shell gave way to reveal a little dull silver nose that seemed to sniff at the air. What was this? Was there new things out there? It wanted to see them! The hatchling seemed to throw herself against the shell sending the egg toppling and shattering leaving the hatchling to bounce and roll onto the bed.
What lay blinking on the bed sheets shaking the egg goo off it's little dull silver wings was not a dragon at all, but a dragoness. A little dull silvery whip like thing that attempted to get to her feet stumbling slightly on the bouncy surface on the bed as her little paws sought stable ground on the slippery silk sheets. Blinking big deep blue eyes with a dark purple and pale yellow-iris took in their surroundings seeming to finally notice that she wasn't alone as the little hatchling peeped curiously up at the drow before her.
Jarlaxel Baenre
