Dragons Howl

[Ellannyria]

*Becawyr, my mother, I wail, I cry, I howl at your meeting with the claws of death. Oh mightiest and bravest of us all, nuturer of our eggs, how can you be food for worms, small earthbound dissolvers of glorious wyrm flesh? I feel your empty presence but do not see. My eyes don't translate the world as before. The heat of life and the chill of death are everywhere but not the colors of the world. I crawl where I should soar. The smell of death, soft human flesh rotting, wyrm casings dissolving, assaults me. How can I live when mine have been ripped from me?

Oh, so much pain.*