Within her modest cabin, Syllel had prepared a small corner dedicated solely to caring for the unborn creature. A woven basket cradled with blankets sat atop a wooden bed frame, the egg now nestled snugly among the soft layers. Its silver glow filled the room with a serene light of the moon itself each night Reminding Syllel of her Oath and Duties. Syllel would often sit beside the egg, her fingers tracing the smooth surface as she hummed quiet lullabies, feeling a maternal connection to the growing lifeform within.
As the months passed, the egg began to stir more frequently. One night, as the light of a full moon began to illuminated the sky's, Syllel heard a faint cracking sound coming from the corner of the room. Her breath fluttered as she turned to see the egg beginning to break, causing thin lines of fissures, like spiderwebbing across its surface. Heart pounding, she quickly sent word to the others. ..Soon, clerics, paladins, and laborers alike gathered around the cabin, their faces lit with wonder and anticipation.
Inside the small cabin, the air was thick with excitement, but also a hint of anxiety.
Syllel, standing at the bedside, could feel her pulse quicken as she watched the egg rattle back and forth. Every little sound, from the rustle of leaves, to the distant sound of the howling winds.. seemed to fade as the entire camp focused solely on the hatchling. Tiny shards of eggshell fell away, and slowly, a head emerged from within.
As tiny trembling limbs appeared, followed by a scaled body covered in Silvery-blue scales and Violet skin that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The creature stretched its wings, damp and folded against its body, struggling to free itself from the confining shell. With each movement, the cracks grew wider until finally, the hatchling broke free, blinking its small, cloudy eyes against the light.
A soft gasp escaped the gathered Selûnites as Syllel knelt beside the small creature, her heart swelling with both awe and a fierce protectiveness. "Well, hello there little one," she whispered softly, her voice warm with affection. The baby kobold blinked up at her, its eyes weak and confused, still adjusting to the world around it. A croaking sound rumbled from its throat, and Syllel immediately understood, he was hungry.
With gentle care, she fetched a flask of goat's milk and a few pieces of fruit and mushrooms she had set aside. The tiny kobold nibbled eagerly, his small sharp teeth tearing into the soft food as Syllel fed him with practiced patience. She cradled him in her arms, stroking his smooth, scaled head, marveling at the life she now holds so carefully.
Later that day, as the warmth of the afternoon sun filtered through the trees, and the moon began to rise, Syllel sat with Zazari, a Dragonborn paladin who had been her best friend since becoming a Selûnite. Zazari's knowledge of dragonkin proved invaluable, and together they debated what to name the child.
Zazari, her deep voice rich with the wisdom of her people, suggested names drawn from re knowledge of Kobold culture.
"Well he is an Urd, the rarest kind of Kobold.." she said thoughtfully, gazing at the hatchling, who was now curled up in Syllel's lap. "And if I recall they used to add *Urdn* to the name's of winged kobolds, being they are of a rare mutation, and many believe they are blessed by Draconic God's, like Bahamut.. or Tiamat."
She pauses for a moment before saying, "And Varn, means *light of the moon* or 'moonlight'.. So What better name is there for a Kobold brought to us under Selûne's light?"
Syllel smiled, the name resonating with her deeply. "Urdn'Varn," she murmured, looking down at the little creature. His small wings twitched as he slept, a peaceful rise and fall of his tiny chest. "Wings of Moonlight." She stroked his head softly. "You are Urdn'Varn now."
As the days passed, Urdn'Varn grew quickly. His once frail body began to strengthen, his wings expanding with each passing week. The other Selûnites doted on him just as much as Syllel and Zazari did, often sneaking him extra bits of food or crafting small toys from twine and sticks to keep him entertained. Laughter would often echo through the temple grounds as Urdn'Varn, still a bit clumsy on his feet, chased after the occasional mouse or insect that scurried by. Though his hunting attempts were often comical, he learned quickly, and soon he was able to catch his own meals—small mice and rats, which roamed the forests near the temple.
Syllel, when not overseeing the restoration of the temple, spent most of her time teaching Urdn'Varn the ways of the Selûnites. Syllel often spoke to him about Selûne's light, the importance of balance between night and day, and the guiding power of the moon. Urdn'Varn would sit at her feet, his bright, now clear-blue eyes fixed on her as she spoke, his ears eagerly soaking in every word. His tail would occasionally swish back and forth with excitement, as he asked to learn more about the world and the faith of his adoptive mother.
Meanwhile, Zazari took on the role of Urdn'Varns mentor, teaching the young kobold how to hunt and use his wings. In the evenings, just as the moon began to rise, she would lead him out to the clearing by the temple, where they practiced taking short leaps out of trees and into the air, his wings flapping awkwardly. "It takes time young Varn, trying not to force it as much."Zazari would preach patiently as Urdn'Varn stumbled back to the ground, his face a mixture of determination and frustration. "But I promise you.. You will fly soon enough, little one."
Under the soft glow of the moon, with Syllel watching from the steps of the temple, Urdn'Varn continued his training. His bonds with both Syllel and Zazari growing deeper each day. He was not just some creature born from an egg, they saw him as part of their church, and family. Deep in their hearts, they knew that Selûne had placed him in their care for a reason. He was destined for something much greater, and as Syllel looked at her adopted son each night, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, hope, and love.