Skye cradled the dragon egg in her arms all the way back to the cottage. She'd giggled every so often, astonished by their find. She could sense the tiny dragon inside it's shell, and knew it was happy to be with another living being again. The only things Skye wished she knew was when it was supposed to hatch, and what to feed it.
No one really knew much about dragons, except tidbits left behind from their remains. There were two known dragons in the world technically, but they hadn't been seen for a couple of centuries now. Leading most to believe that they'd perished, or maybe never even existed in the first place. Skye only knew of that from Mei.
