Bylo sat upon her nest, her wings close to her sides. She kept her gaze on the sky, making sure no other wyverns attempt to attack her grotto. She was alert, her head fins raised as she stared at the stars for any change.

Her talons rested on either side of her clutch of eggs, warming them. Twisting vines and plants lined her nest and the vast land outside of it. Blue flowers scattered the grass, marking where each stinging bud was. The sun rose, swirling the sky in purples and whites.