[F02 - PP

[Ariel - The Crowned Lion 0]

The trek back was quieter, save for the soft shuffling of hatchlings clustering close, trusting in the steady rhythm of footsteps and the calm presence that had saved them.

At the entrance to the lair, the wounded mother stirred. Fuzziel’s eyes brightened the instant she caught sight of her brood—an unspoken relief flooding through her scarred features. She lowered her head respectfully toward the group, voice trembling with gratitude.

“You have returned my children… my hope.” Her breath was ragged, but her tone carried the strength of a mother’s enduring will.

A pause followed as she carefully drew forth a small gemstone from beneath her wing—a perfect topaz sphere, warm and softly glowing in the dim light. The stone seemed to hum with quiet power, its purpose a mystery yet unmistakably precious.

“This… a token of my thanks. Keep it close; its blessing will guard you.” She spoke the words slowly, deliberately.

Ariel inclined her head slightly, accepting the gift with the same quiet grace she had shown throughout. As she met Fuzziel’s gaze, the dragon’s expression shifted—resolve sharpening.

“My sister Ormi, an amethyst dragon, dwells far below, on the 2nd Floor.” Her voice lowered to a whisper meant only for those present. “She too is burdened… she requires aid. This will guide you.”

With a sweep of her claw, a new set of coordinates shimmered briefly in the air—a promise of trials yet to come.

Ariel folded her hands calmly, eyes steady.

“We will see this through.”