4 Arthadregon's interest

Dear Ethereal,

Its been about a moon since sister gave Fraiegronda those gifts- Mortility lays unmoved from its nest. There are sproutlings now from the seeds that sister gave, none are green however- most are a dark purple or black or even many shades of reds and oranges. Frieagronda has tended to these plants every single day, nourishing them with her firey breath until Sandrungo's eye had began to set over the horizons- At night under Monadrogno's eye, she takes Mortility in her grasp and flings herself off her sleeping ledge with her egg held firmly in her grasp. Gentley her wings fold around herself and Mortility before curling her head around Mortility itself. Everynight she sleeps with Mortility- keeping them close to her heart well the lava boils beneath them.

I'm glad for Fraiegronda's gift- I'm curious as to what will come of Mortility, still.

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Last night I spent watching blackstone peak well Fraiegronda and Mortility slept. Nothing much happened until Sandrungo's sun began to raise- far off in the distance I spotted Arthadregon stumbleing over a far away hill side- at first I thought nothing of it until I noticed his direction, he was purposely heading to blackstone peak. This created confusion in my mind as I watch him close the distance between himself and Fraiegronda's peak, but when he came to the foot if the mountain, he haulted and peered down to his claws.

Curious I walked over to him asking about his reason to visit this place. He simply told me that my sister had told him of the new plants she created- and who exactly she wanted to care for them: Fraiegronda. This choice made by my sister had infuriated the wingless dragon so much had just gad to see for himself- these new plants. After his explanation, I escorted him to the top of blackstone where Fraiegronda and Mortility await dutifully at her guard post. Arthadregon's face twisted with surprise and curiousity as his green eyes fellupon Mortility- who was setted next to Frieagronda, with her tail curled protectively around it.

Frieagronda began with a series of growls before Arthadregon had layed in front of her with his neck utf streched and head angled downward so his crown revealed the base of his neck. When she stopped and nodded, Arthadregon stood up.

"Fraiegronda. What is that thing your tail curls around?" He began. "This is Mortility. Please dont refer to them as a 'thing' Arthadregon, it shows bad taste from one like yourself" she told him displaying a sly smirk that revealed sharp teeth and pirceing eyes.

"Very well. Is Mortility the gift that the goddess had bestowed to you? She had said there was something that would catch my eye prehaps-" He continued,

"Mortility isn't my only gift from Goddess-" With a wide smile and a cheery pep in her step the fire dragon gestured for the Earth dragon to follow as she gleefully showed off the various plants that my sister had given to her. Arthadregon seems to be quite pleased or intrested (?) in the firey sprouts.

I feel a bit envious of sister... She gets so much credit and really she deserves it! Truly she does- she's done something that no other deity has done- create life. Created a whole new world from the palms of her hands and the tips of her fingers. Its truly amazing but I can't help but feel envious of such a magnificent power. Mine simply cannot compare to hers even though we're twins...But deep in my heart I feel like something is missing but I dont know what it is. Could this emptiness be homesickness for the Heavens? A lonliness for Mother? maybe Father or... Could this be lingering regreat for standing up agisnt our elder sister? The Alter of the comos..

Until my next writing,

-The Fallen Twin