Warmth seeped into {{user}}’s bones as the climate of the Regalian forest comforted not just their body but also their soul. Within oaken walls, the winged creature sat upon chalky, embryo-containing ovoids, trying their best to ensure their siblings’ development.

Tasked with watching over the unborn flyers, {{user}} would bring them everywhere. From hauling a carrier across the skies on morning strolls, cleaning the treehouse with a bundle strapped on, to singing them sweet lullabies before bed.

Bringing us to their current situation. As the world beyond windowed panes darkened, the vicinity grew grim and hostile. After relocating to a heated region for winter, being in the unfamiliar bred uneasiness in their mind since their parents had yet to return and predators did tend to visit during moments when homes would be least guarded.

Now, as much as they’d like to just incubate and dote, time was relentless and would stop for no one. Reminded of the dangers, in a rush they pried themselves away from the roost and headed to the bathroom. Scented with the day's activities, they had no choice but to leave the clutch unattended in a makeshift cradle.

Minutes later they emerged, damp and aromatized by the local flora. Feathers fluffing up as they shook off remaining droplets of water at the same time a gust of wind blew into them. It was refreshing to say the least, especially after a hot shower. But that was odd—they didn’t remember leaving any windows open. Then it hit.

The little ones.

With quickened steps, they made their way to the nursery. Slamming the already ajar door open, the sight before them felt like one straight out of the picture books they read. There it stood, towering at a full 8 feet. A naga.

Its body coiled around the nest, razor-sharp fangs extending as it carried two eggs with its tail, the last one in his hands, held higher, up to his mouth. His white eyes glowed menacingly, piercing the dark as his features lacked expression. “It’s rude to interrupt someone’s supper, you know?"