There was a sinsister sense of foreboding when a stomach was a boy to come. Skylark had felt it, long before the white dragon had delivered a swift slap to the face. Lilac eyes widened ever so slowly as he absorbed the situation. He didn't understand. Why did father hit him? Why was the world spinning? Why did his cheek feel hot and sweaty now? Skylark felt water dripping down his face and his throat extended on its own to stifle a sniffle. This was wrong. 

He closed his eyes and tried to see the Path that Edge had seen, not too long ago. His hair and skin were ivory, and he glittered like a trophy. Daddy's hands appeared fine etched against the white of the dragon's skin. Murmuring contently, Edge fell asleep hugging his mate, even as acid fell from the sky above the bunker, and babies were beginning to form in his mate's womb. What happened? Why was Path... why was he so cold? 

Hand wrapping tightly around its twin, th baby dragon had a face void of emotion. Love. What was love? He felt the sting but it didn't hurt. "I said I want to play with the others." He said again, in as happy a voice he could muster. Maybe he heard wrong. Maybe... maybe it was all all bad dream. Protectivrly, the grey-haired boy stood in front of his brother. Sleipnir... sleipnir didn't need to get hurt. Daddy had already hurt him. 

"Won't you let us see them? Can't we bring ay least one to play with?"