....Were you in the right place?
You glance at the crumpled sheet of paper you tore from a billboard, and glance at the address again.
....Yep. Ragtag Rescue.
The name wasn't joking. Tawdry decorations flapped in the breeze, hoping to distract from the pitiful barn's exterior. Paint was peeling from the walls, and it almost seemed to be trembling in the wind.
You sighed, heading inside, expecting the worst.
~
Pale fairy lights lit the interior, soft pillows coating the floors. Blanket forts cluttered the inside, along with snack wrappers tossed haphazardly around the floor.
"Hello?"
An elderly Snapper approached you, squinting her eyes.
"Are you here for the hatchlings? Oh, goodness. It's so nice to see a sturdy clan take in these children."
"But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Moirai, and I run the rescue here. It's my job to look after the hatchlings until they are eventually brought to new homes."
~
"You see, I'm sure every clan is guilty of it. You get attached to a youngster, but after their training, it's time to send them away for exaltation. It's not a bad fate; but it's not the best they could have.
We rescue hatchlings with potential, and rehome them into loving environments.
Afterall, that's what happened to me.
For a grueling 6 months, I sat on the auction house, just hoping I'd be taken away soon. I wouldn't have even cared if I was exalted at that point.
But my clan gave me hope. A home. Love.
And that's what I'm hoping these youngsters get.
Ah, I'm talking your ear off, aren't I? Why don't you meet our hatchlings?
You glance at the crumpled sheet of paper you tore from a billboard, and glance at the address again.
....Yep. Ragtag Rescue.
The name wasn't joking. Tawdry decorations flapped in the breeze, hoping to distract from the pitiful barn's exterior. Paint was peeling from the walls, and it almost seemed to be trembling in the wind.
You sighed, heading inside, expecting the worst.
~
Pale fairy lights lit the interior, soft pillows coating the floors. Blanket forts cluttered the inside, along with snack wrappers tossed haphazardly around the floor.
"Hello?"
An elderly Snapper approached you, squinting her eyes.
"Are you here for the hatchlings? Oh, goodness. It's so nice to see a sturdy clan take in these children."
"But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Moirai, and I run the rescue here. It's my job to look after the hatchlings until they are eventually brought to new homes."
~
"You see, I'm sure every clan is guilty of it. You get attached to a youngster, but after their training, it's time to send them away for exaltation. It's not a bad fate; but it's not the best they could have.
We rescue hatchlings with potential, and rehome them into loving environments.
Afterall, that's what happened to me.
For a grueling 6 months, I sat on the auction house, just hoping I'd be taken away soon. I wouldn't have even cared if I was exalted at that point.
But my clan gave me hope. A home. Love.
And that's what I'm hoping these youngsters get.
Ah, I'm talking your ear off, aren't I? Why don't you meet our hatchlings?
