"It is, sort of." She seemed to be thinking it over. She allowed her fingers to grasp at the door, the ice was thick and heavy; but witht he cold ground it slid against it easily. Pulled open and letting him see the tall shining walls of the inner castle. A temple fitting an elder like her mother; though she seemed unconcerned with it. "The younglings are kept below ground, odd as it might seem." She realized now, having seen human children, that keeping them underground seemed cruel; but she was sure when she shwoed him he would understand.
Leading him along she made for a set of stairs; carved of the earth and stone with many lights scattered along the way. "We don't really have locks like you humans do." She admitted. She allowed herself a moments pause as they found a curtain, something she pushed to the side slowly and what they found is not what one would imagine an underground clutch to be.
The area was huge, taking up much of the mountain, with large windows carved in-- the clear difference was the warmth. Something much more nurturing for the small ones; filled with dozens of what were probably mothers and more than that; dozens of nests. Warm, colorful fabrics and large branches wound together, filled with crystals of ice, pulsing with an odd magic and eggs tucked carefully away. Though not all of them were eggs; many little dragons curled up in the colored fabric; some looking like Winter might have, more human, others looking pure dragon. All of them more tinted purplish and lilac than blue.
"Ah..." She walked in, clearly excited as she snuck to the nearest nest, peering down at a sleeping wyrmling, watching it gently nibble on it's own tail in its bundle of furs and fabrics.
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Leading him along she made for a set of stairs; carved of the earth and stone with many lights scattered along the way. "We don't really have locks like you humans do." She admitted. She allowed herself a moments pause as they found a curtain, something she pushed to the side slowly and what they found is not what one would imagine an underground clutch to be.
The area was huge, taking up much of the mountain, with large windows carved in-- the clear difference was the warmth. Something much more nurturing for the small ones; filled with dozens of what were probably mothers and more than that; dozens of nests. Warm, colorful fabrics and large branches wound together, filled with crystals of ice, pulsing with an odd magic and eggs tucked carefully away. Though not all of them were eggs; many little dragons curled up in the colored fabric; some looking like Winter might have, more human, others looking pure dragon. All of them more tinted purplish and lilac than blue.
"Ah..." She walked in, clearly excited as she snuck to the nearest nest, peering down at a sleeping wyrmling, watching it gently nibble on it's own tail in its bundle of furs and fabrics.