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Feldspar wasn’t the youngest by a long shot. Slate, Porphy, and Hornfels were all younger than they were. That being said, they still were close enough in age where Feldspar didn’t remember the time when they were brought out and introduced to the village.
They did remember Chert and Gabbro’s introductions.
Chert was quite a bit older, that much you could tell by looking at the two of them. Whereas Chert was talking quite a bit-(granted in a hatchlingish way)- Gabbro was quiet. They were as still and unmoving as a tree. Their eyes remained closed through most of the campfire as well. The only sign of life in the small hatchling was the steady rise and fall of their chest.
With supervision from Gneiss and Esker, Feldspar even got to hold them. Gabs was tiny, even while wrapped up in warm blankets. They still felt small enough to be a fish that Spinel could easily catch.
While they were distracted, a hand reached out of the tightly wrapped blankets and grabbed onto Feldspar’s oversized flannel. The older hatchling looked down at the small hatchling as they slowly peeked open their eyes.
“Woah..” Feldspar muttered under their breath in awe.
For just a minute or two, Feldspar could see the bright colors of their eyes. The top two were easier to see, blue (on the left) and yellow (on the right.) If that wasn’t strange enough, the smaller ones that they could barely make out, showed another blue one (left again) and stranger yet, an orange one (right) beneath their eyelids. Not one color for their eyes, not even two, there were three.
Gabs yawned and closed their eyes again shortly. Somehow, for some reason, they seemed to feel more at ease as they fell back into their slumber. As if they had finally deemed this new world to be safe.