GhostWing

After spending 6 years with the SoulWings, learning their language, I now speak fluent Solstitium. The first question I want answered with the GhostWings is: How long do their eggs take to hatch?

Eggs
I come across the GhostWing hatchery and speak to the two guards. I inform them that I am here for one reason: Research. Like many of the other tribes, they were skeptical at first, constantly watching me as I examined the eggs. After a year of being there, and an egg hatching, they learned to trust me, however they would still occasionally check on me. I named the dragonet Hades. He seemed to stay close to me, and his parents weren't around or ever came to get him, so I was fine with him staying. I had made a friend for life.

After three more years past, I became even more curious with how long the eggs took to hatch. after speaking with the guards, they had said that they normally took around 5,000 years. That is a long time. I continued to talk with the guards, and they brought up that Hades' egg took less time to hatch then most eggs, saying that his took around 1,500 years instead of the normal 5,000. I'm curious if he was under-developed, but he seems to be fine. Maybe he's a hybrid.

Another year passes and I finally have a good sketch of the GhostWing egg. I put down a few more details on the GhostWing egg and... Finished!

Death
Once another year passes, and Hades is four, I go to find out if GhostWings can die. Even after six years of living with them, I'm not sure if they'll tell me. I ask one of the guards that I have chatted with for the last six years, and she seems to trust me. I ask them if GhostWings can die. She is hesitant but nods. She had said that it takes hundreds of millions of years for them to die, but it is possible. I asked what happens when they die, she had replied that they seem to denigrate into the air, and if its one of the originals, they seem to smile or be happy when they die. She said that it seems like they've been stuck in this world, never being able to leave, until one found out that they could die. Their tribe had kept this a secret for thousands of years, still suggesting that they were immortal.

Another year passes without me noticing. I watched the hatchery guards destroy a bad egg. It looked like it took a bit of effort, but once it was smashed they seemed to be relived. Some of the eggs around the bad one seemed to become lighter in color after it was smashed.