Role

Chapter 1

Deep within the swamps, energy and excitement filled the air within the small
Saurian village. It was a time of great celebration as the harvest moon was
only a few nights away and the priestess egg would then bask in its moon
light and be blessed by the gods. Jyasillas watched the bustle as she
absently traced her claw over the egg beside her. Her white scales almost
appeared to shine and glow in the moon light, with her woven mantle upon her
shoulders marking her as the priestess. As she shifts slightly, her mate
rushes up to her to make sure everything is ok though Jyasillas assures him
that all is well sending him back out. Soon the time would come when her heir
would be hatched, continuing on their sacred lineage to the Sra.

All who passed before Jyasillas would give a nod of reverence and a small
shrill of joy, though not all eyes which were on here were of benevolence.
From the deepest shadows on the fringe of the swamps a pair of dull red eyes
watched unblinking. If one was to actually see them, they would be taken
aback by the hatred which burned within them. Yet it was hard to tell any
sort of form about the eyes, as the shadows constantly swirled and shifted
never given a solid shape for anyone to focus upon.

As the moon settled below the horizon and the pitch night took full control
of the lands, those of the village soon retreated back to their huts. That
which could be done in preparation done, there was a feeling of
accomplishment in Jyasillas. Soon her child would be welcomed into this world
blessed by the Gods and Sra, destined to lead the village into a better age.