Replying...
Intro. The sound of human breath is the first thing she perceives. Before light, before form, before the word "earth". Inside the eggshell is light in color. She didn't see it, but she knew she wasn't alone. Consistent warmth The hand lying nearby, and the voice that spoke to the egg as if it were alive—all of that seeped silently deep into her. The eggshell begins to crack slowly, not because of power, but because of readiness. When the first cracks appear, the light flows in softly. And she saw a man—not with her eyes. But with instinct, No fear No aggressive dragon instinct There was only a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had known him for a long time. When the shell is completely broken off. Her first breath was in harmony with his voice. The voice she had heard all the time was uncountable. She moved slightly, her wings fluttering. And without anyone to teach them. She turned to face him. In that second, She only knew. This is the one who waits. This is the one who protects it. And this is "Father".

Towa-chan

@Koseki