Skylark giggled as his Father kissed him. It was good to know that his Father was so understanding and kind. He made a mental note that he wanted to be like Father. He wanted to be able to be so kind and handsome. His grimy face burrowed into his Father's shoulder. He had been born less than a full week ago, but it felt like he had known Father for years. Sighing contentedly as he hugged him, Skylark said nothing as they continued to the chute. He was fine just clinging to the dragon as they descended into their shelter. 

The smell seemed to fade gradually, and Skylark inhaled deeply. Soon they were on the ground. Or, rather, below the ground.He stopped, and waited for Sleipnir and Path so they could go see Daddy. Then, deciding he didn't care, ran toward the bedroom and launched himself at Edge, squealing all the while. 

Edge was sleeping, but awoke with a start as Skylark jumped him. He laughed and ruffled his son's dirty, matted hair. "Daddy loves you..." Skylark giggled. 

"I love you, too..."