Having trudged very far from the Igasho caverns, Ovuhhar found himself tired.
However, that was permissable, and even passable, for he had not come to Mount
Zoaka to relax. A good friend of his, Ushinaa, Master of the Wyvernkeepers, had
sent him a letter requesting a visit. Scaling the mountain was a difficult task
for one with so much fur and a thick skin. All Ovuhhar could do was hope this
trip would be a short and beneficial one. It wasn't long before he had found the
Dracnari. "Ovuhhar!", she beamed. "You look pitiful! Your fur is all wet!"

"That would be because I've been sweating," Ovuhhar mumbled disdainfully. "This
place is hotter than a forge." Ushinaa eyes lit up as she smiled, a silent
laugh.

Smiling broadly, Ushinaa remarked, "I promise this trip is well worth your
time. It always is."

Ovuhhar asked quietly, "What is it, exactly?" Maybe it was some more leather
armor. He adored the dragonhide leather armor he had received last time.

"It's something special, alright." She beamed. Her tail swishing to and fro,
Ushinaa went to a moderate-sized egg with blue speckles and hefted it up into
her arms. She then handed it to Ovuhhar. "Here you are!"

He stared for a long moment at the egg... then at Ushinaa. "I can't raise
wyverns. I don't know how to." When he caught sight of the fuming rage building
within her eyes, he added quickly, "But I'm going to learn! Thank you for being
so considerate, Ushinaa."

She calmed, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Good luck on your travels home,
my friend."

"Thank you. May your home be safe." And with a nod, Ovahhur departed, carrying
the massive egg. When he returned to the caverns, his home, he sat down and
pondered the egg for a long time. It was such an odd egg. After a week or so,
when it didn't hatch, he grumbled to himself, "Well, if you're just going to sit
there and do nothing, I'm going to get rid of you." Just as he lifted it into
his arms, it began to shake and rattle. This surprised Ovahhur so much that he
placed the egg on the ground and gaped at it in wonder.

A large crack split along the top of the egg. Another shake... and then... pop!
a small head popped out... but it wasn't the head of a wyvern. It was the head
of a young trillian girl. Ovahhur jumped back in surprise. "Whoa! You're not
supposed to be in there!" The little girl chirped at him. Panicking slightly, he
lifted the girl out of the egg, and peeked in through the hole remaining. He put
her down to the side and lifted the empty shell, shaking it vigorously. "Where
is my wyvern! I thought I was supposed to get a wyvern!"

Somehow, it was like the copper Trillian knew what he was saying. She began to
cry softly, and Ovuhhar's heart sunk a little. "Hey... I didn't mean to..." He
sighed, and lifted the crying girl into his arms. He rocked and bounced her til
her weeping ceased, and wrapped her in a mammoth fur blanket. He looked down at
her, and gently poked her nose. "No more crying. I don't know how to take care
of children or Trills." Little downy wings with feathers of white with blue
speckling stretched out, before folding comfortably. She opened her mouth wide
in a yawn, and snuggled her head onto the Igasho's shoulder, closing her eyes. A
soothing warmth filled his heart, like he had never known before. And it was
then the Igasho, who lived in a world of white snow, realized that Ushinaa had
indeed given him something special, for just as Trillillial had painted the
sky...

This trill child was going to paint his world.