Once the dragon left, Charon flashed a victorious grin. If he destroyed the cover, Path would know he had come. No, he needed this to be a secret. He needed to be able to pull Edge back slowly, by love. He smiled fondly at a memory of Edge hugging him gently, assuring him they would all survive. His king had that quality. He was like an ether. Casually, the hydra strolled over to the open chute and hopped in, staying perfectly vertical but falling slowly. 

"Yeah! I think Father should be the prince!" Skylark smiled happily. This was his whole world. He was barely a week old, yet his mind was so complicated. Some dragons would come out of the womb ready to rumble. The dragon played with his shadowy locks and smiled at his twin. Sleipnir had so much faith in his parents, it made him think everything would be alright. Skylark's gaze fell upon his Daddy. He was so handsome... 

"Gorgeous, isn't he, boys?" A voice cut through the peaceful silence and Skylark screeched in surprise. He clung to his brother. The man looked friendly, and Skylark let his guard down. He didn't have good instincts, while his parents usualy did. He didn't speak, he was much too nervous. The man had his Daddy's deep purple eyes but his smile was more kind. Edge had such a warm smile, but it was a mocking smile as well. This male had the kindest happiest grin he had seen. The next thing he knew, his hair was being ruffled. 

Charon laughed. These were Edge's offspring? They were adorable! He hugged Sleipnir affectionately. They smelled of Edge, which only encouraged him further. The hydra were known to be quite eccentric. Once Edge loved him again, he could become these kids' stepfather! The though made him smile. When his gaze fell upon Edge, he was lost in ecstacy. Then he snapped back to reality and crouched. "Oh, I'm close to Edge. I'm Charon." He was about to add, 'I'm in love with him.' But decided against it. He heard a weak, "I'm Skylark..." 

Smiling, Charon walked over to Edge's sleeping form. He played down next to his king and Nuzzled his stomach gently. He still smelled the same... of sugar cookies and fresh airy sky. Tenderly, he placed a loving kiss on Edges cheek, which caused him to stir but not wake.

While the Elders and Path were speaking, there was another firgure hat was closing in on them, slowly and cunningly. She was wearing an intricate robe, a cloak that covered her face in shade. Slowly, hesitantly, she made her way closer to the group with a callous step. She was obviously a bit wary. She smelled of cinnamon and spice, and thick black braids could be seen flowing out of her hood. She appeared a few yards right behind Sanare. She didn't appear to have an air of hostility, but was watching rather curiously. She was short, perhaps the height of a young woman. She payted her hand against her thigh in a rhythm,.