She hadn't planned this. She hadn't planned any of this. Here Ririkaedi was, just having moved to a new home - setting up shop, as it were - when she got this... urge. An unidentifiable urge to... go somewhere else. A particular somewhere else called Nidus Ryslen. The older females watched and exchanged furtive glances with one another, knowing why she felt this horrible need to simply go but not bothering to share it with her. So she went, bumbling off through a blizzard one night to arrive at the nidus, which was experiencing similar weather.

It was a miracle she hadn't gotten lost in all the hard-driven snow and frigid air. Her little companion, the wood devi Allett, had no patience for this climate and clung to the dragoness' shoulder plate for dear life. Kae thought something must surely be wrong with her, to be blindly flapping her way through this horrid weather. I've gone stark-raving mad. Me! Out here in the elements! How Enshoku would laugh... Enshoku was her "boss", the red catdragon in charge of all the sponsorlings that Kae brought in - or would have been, had the hathian hybrid not decided to go traipsing through the snow to some place she'd never been before.

At last, Ririkaedi found the nidus. It seemed to be enjoying a brief respite from the snow storm that circled it on all sides. It had seen it's share of the weather though, each surface capable of holding it was coated in a thick layer of glistening snow. The moonlight through a million little sparkles of light onto the ground and surrounding trees, the walls and mountains and everything basked in this glorious silver display. Allett peeped softly from her shoulder, the devi's blue eyes wide with wonder at the winter light show put on by the moon and the snow.

Then a shape darker than the velvet sky drifted upward, almost like the reverse image of a snowflake, though dragon-shaped. More followed, first in little drabbles and clumps, then a whole slew, all flapping hard and straining for the icy sky and straggles of cloud. Kae instantly knew that this was what she'd come for. She put on a burst of speed to catch the group, knowing that losing it would cause some horrible event to take place.

A fervor encompassed her. Catch up... then fly faster and harder than them all! This thought crossed her mind over and over, until she was in the thick of the crowd without realizing it. On and on she flew, struggling to make it to the head of the pack. She was making good progress too, until a strange pair of talons tangled her own and she was overpowered. A draconic voice cooed loving words to her, as a warm body wound it's way around her own sinuous one. She was lost to this dragon, cooing in return as they suddenly plummeted from the diamond-strewn sky, only one of the many couples falling, once again, like dragon-shaped snowflakes.

So it came to be that Ririkaedi bore eggs, only a few. Sired by a most handsome dragon too. She understood that burning need to travel, though not why it had to be this place at this time. She'd become an unknowing participant of the Flurry, and was lucky that she fit the requirements or she might have had some angry people to answer to come the next morning. Kae also decided it was time to bond. Not one of her own young, she wouldn't subject a child of her's to be bound to it's mother for life. No, one of the other dragoness' clutches. There were plenty of eggs, the nidus' sands were positively overflowing with the many-hued and shaped shells of potential offspring.

The nights entranced her here, each one was it's own spectacle of lights. It had never been like this at Draco's Inferno, which was always covered in varying degrees of snow. Maybe she had been softened by her own soon-to-be motherhood. She wanted the nights to last forever so she could watch the shimmers and sparkles in the snow move and change as the moon made it's slow way across the sky. The stars lent their light as well, dimmer and more varied than the constant moon. Kae counted the nights that passed until her eggs and those of the other dragoness' hatched. Her children would be beautiful. They would shimmer and glow with the silver shine of the moon, and the quiet beauty of a winter's night bathed in it's rich light.