The caravan they came upon was destroyed, the family was dead. In the wreckage, Bribrid, a silvery eternal dragon in the guise of a gnome, finds a baby still alive and crying. Wraithvine, Bribrid, and their fluffy cat now have a child to raise. -- Anon Guest
They found the caravan too late to save it from the bandits. All that remained to do was inter the bodies and organise what salvage they could. At least until Bibrid heard the weak cry.
There was a baby who had been sleeping in a drawer when the bandits attacked. Overlooked in the chaos, and hidden under other debris from the fight.
Magic could clean him and feed him, but a baby needed arms to hold them and a heart to care for them. A baby needed safety and love. A baby needed a family. Shelter. Support. It was the safety part that made Bibrid's heart sink.
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