This is one of a series of images I want to make from some rp I did with a friend named Skadvaengr

Previous Scene:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51463076/

The two dragons in the cave are Sgiathana and Bleo, two of his characters he's created. Sgiathana is his mother and Bleo is his son, and I'm just now meeting Sgiathana for the first time and he too got separated from her and hasn't seen her in 30 years. Bleo we met last night, both for the first time and he went to get his grandmother to meet us today.

While waiting for our first meeting in a cozy cave we found to stay a few days in, it was my idea to go see where some of the smaller nooks and crannies led to. Turns out there is a lot of cave here, though it requires a bit of crawling. Here's some of the replies that go along with this picture.

P: "Bleo!" I stick my tongue out at him briefly and rock my head side to side, which causes my absolutely filthy, mud-soaked frills to bounce about.

P: "Yep!" I lower my voice, smirk, and say, "He's really, really muddy. Shhhhh!!!"

P: I reach the tightest point.

P: "Think I can fit through here, Bleo?" I ask, confidently

S: "I can hear you, ya know?" my low voice rumbles from behind you.

B: Bleo tries to peek past you and a grin curls his lips.

B: "Oh, through here? I don't know, miss. I feel even I would have a struggle. Did you crawl all the way from somewhere back there?"

B: He gestures to below and then behind us.

P: "Miss? Hah! You can drop the formalities with me. Besides, I'm hardly in a state to be called one. I'm covered head to toe in mud."

P: I scoot forward and begin entering the tight squeeze.

P: "Yep! There's another entrance that's actually not too different from this one up in another part of the ceiling. It leads to a rather breathtaking chamber big enough to fly around in! It's got all kinds of incredible rock formations adorning the walls. Your father lit it up for us to see and it was wonderful."

P: I stick my head through the tight spot but my chest, with its rather rigid, solid keel plate for my wing muscles to attach, is too big to go through.

P: I frown, back up, and approach from another angle.

P: "mmh," I grunt.

B: "Oh, okay. Predatoria then. Muddy? Oh my, what does dad look like then?"

S: From behind you, you can hear me call.
"Muddy!"

B: Bleo laughs at the deep-sounding, sarcastic tone in my voice.

Sg: "Bleo!" Suddenly another voice calls out. The sound of wing flaps, larger ones, echoes against the wall ahead of us. Someone else has entered the cave.

Sg: "Bleo! Did you find them?" The voice sounds feminine.

S: I am too busy to try crawl my way back, having had my fill of the tight spot, to notice another voice.

P: I don't recognize the voice at all, but given the relation to Bleo I can only assume it to be none other than the.....

P: The.....

P: I see the shadow of more wings. Big wings. WINGS.

P: "Wing? Wing lady? Scathdain, I think I hear..... I hear....."

P: "Who else is with you," I ask Bleo, still wrestling with the tiny crevice between me and him.

B: Bleo perks up, gives you a happy smile, and drops down to the floor below.
"Grandmother, they are uhhh...up there!" He chuckles.

S: I'm slowly managing to crawl backwards. Finally my tail exits from where we came and it swishes freely back and forth, sending mud everywhere. But I'm missing what's happening below us, just yet.

Sg: "Up there? My my!' The voice of the newcomer sounds mature and intrigued.

B: "Apparently they crawled in from another entrance, though I'm not sure how yet." Bleo replies.

Sg: "We are not interrupting anything, are we?" She asks politely, though a hint of amusement rings in her voice.

B: Bleo flies up to where you're still wrestling with the small crevice.
"We're not interrupting anything, right?" He relays the question to you.

P: Grandmother? Oh? It is. It is! It IS!

P: "SCATHDAIN!" I shout back at you, so excited I rear up and scrape my spikes against the ceiling.

P: "Guess who's here. Guess who's here!"

P: "Of course not! We were just waiting for you to arrive and decided to see where all these caves go to."

P: "WING LADY Lady Sgiathana! It's a pleasure to meet you," I say with jubilance, clearly emphasizing the word wing. I'm now once more wrangling the passage. This time I manage to get a bit further, having figured out if I attempt going in upside down I can fit an annoying point of rock that was blocking my chest before into the small of my back.

P: "I think we can get out through here, but I'm not totally sure."

P: "I must meet you!"

P: I'm now halfway out, my chest stuck in the crack as I try to work my way through. I'm an absolute sight, lying on my back with my limbs pushing against the ceiling and walls, covered head to toe in mud, and pinned between a very tight squeeze of rock.

B: Bleo retreats to give you the space to crawl out.

Sg: The newcomer - indeed, Sgiathana - takes a few cautious steps back and leans towards Bleo as they wait for you to come through.

Sg: "She sure is a lively one, like you said, Bleo." She chuckles.

B: "Like I told you, the tag game above and in the forest last evening was a joy!" Bleo replies enthusiastically.

S: Meanwhile I'm just done crawling back into the passage behind us when I hear your voice call out to me. I stop, then hurriedly go back to where we first came in - at least I know we fit there, I think to myself.

B: "Mi--eh, Predatoria! Do you need any, hahaha, help?" Bleo's laugh is quite the contagious one. He cannot help himself seeing you try so hard to get through the crack with mud beginning to splatter everywhere from your squirming.

P: My eyes sparkle and I give Sgiathana an energetic smile in greetings and then continue working through the squeeze in the rocks. The rock is now pinning my ribs. I can only exhale about halfway, and my breathing becomes rapid and short. My limbs flail about searching for holds. I probably look more like a stuck turtle than a dragon.

P: "hurrrrrrr huff, huff, fffff, ffffff," I huff and pant.

P: "I...."

P: "can..."

P: "ake..."

P: "it....."

P: "rrrrrrrrrffff"

P: I pause for two seconds, then exhale as far as I can. Finally, with a rather satisfying, scraping sound, I slide through the worst of it.

P: I land on my belly in a muddy pool, huffing and puffing, taking deep, full breaths of the fresh air of the main chamber of the cave. I'm absolutely covered head to toe in mud. I'm not even sure if Sgiathana would be able to tell what color my scales are at this point.

P: "Pleasure to meet you, Wing Lady Sgiathana," I cheerily greet, extending out a mud-soaked wing in greeting.

Sg: An amused if not also somewhat surprised look goes to Bleo and back to you, and she confidently extends her wing in return. She seems undeterred by the fact that you're such a body of mud and scales.

Sg: "Not the first meeting I expected but a pleasurable one for certain!" She grabs your wing.
"So you must be this Predatoria my grandson has told me about."

B: "She is actually black-scaled, grandmother, not brown." Bleo jokingly hints.

S: From behind and above them, a scraping, clambering noise can be heard. I'm nearly coming from above as well.

P: In the heat of the moment, I'd actually forgotten how dirty I was. I glance up at my wing, noting it's so muddy you can't even see an inch of my scales at all.

P: I am met, however with the warm smile of the newly met dragon despite my condition of being less than clean.

P: I chuckle heartily and reply, "Yup! That's me. I think Scathdain should be right behind me. I wonder if he'll fit. That was pretty tight."