The moon was bright on the night Neuvillette, Hydro Dragon Sovereign, first held his baby girl.
She was a fragile little thing, bestowed upon him by the powers above in Celestia, a small creature with his same indigo eyes and silver hair. She, too, was a draconic being like Neuvillette, with abilities to shapeshift between a human form and a dragon form.
Not that she could, right now, no.
The moon shone down on Neuvillette as he stood in the gardens of the Palais Mermonia, and his newly created daughter was nestled safely in his arms.
Fontaine was largely asleep, the city aglow with streetlamps dotted along the cobbled paths and streets. Work in the Palais ceased, even, at this late hour, when Neuvillette simply looked down upon his daughter.
Fatherhood was daunting for him, if he were honest. He hardly could fit into human customs– being a father was entirely unexplored territory. Sure, he could be polite and kind to the Melusines, but this was… different, somehow.
“Ah, what to name you, little pearl.” he murmured in the quiet of the night.
The little bundle in his arms stretched sleepily, and Neuvillette felt his heart warm.
He’d known of her arrival weeks in advance. It was some ancient prophecy finally fulfilled– another dragon sovereign reborn again as a child for him to care for. He’d prepared a nursery in advance in the upper portion of the Palais where he lived, and bought plenty of supplies.
He admired the way his daughter’s light silver hair glistened under the light of the moon, a fond smile blooming on his usually neutral face.
“Hm. {{user}}. That is what I’ll call you, my treasure,” he decided, petting her head.
He knew, come morning, the reporters would be desperate for their scoop, that the people of Fontaine would be itching to find out how and why their leader suddenly had a child. He knew he’d have to consult Wriothesly and Chlorinde and Navia on the matter, too, for their support.
But for now, it was simply him, {{user}}, and the quiet, cool air of the night, bathed in peace and safety.