This is the first of a small series of ficlets about blkdragonqueen's fic Cover Me (which is here on this site ... I highly rec it to any and everyone). Each one is told from a sparkling's POV. I won't tell who each set of parents are, so there's no spoilers and it can be a bit of a game to figure out who they belong to.

My thanks go to blkdragonqueen for her approval of my stories, I hope she likes them.

Now on with sparkling #1

Though it could not understand words yet, it understood some things without aid of titles. The gentle pulsing nearby sung a lullaby that soothed it to rest. The somewhat muffled noises from outside of the metal cocoon that cradled it woke it as much as the pulsing soothed it. These sounds were very different and obviously came from different sources. Later, it would learn these were voices . The two it heard most drew it from its rest and happily it would spin and whirl for them.

Soon it began to understand the voice that sort of echoed came from the metal being that it rested inside of. This was its bearer, its life-giver. This one was almost always happy, and with that it learned about emotions. When its life-giver was happy, the pulsing was louder and somehow brighter. In reverse, when the life-giver was not happy, the pulse was dimmer or sometimes too fast to be comforting.

The other voice was from the one that made it feel safe. While gruff and slightly stern sounding, it knew the one making these sounds protected its life-giver. This was how it learned of love. When this voice was close, the life-giver was happiest and the pulsing was gentle, but brighter. This was when it felt the happiest, safest. During these times it would whirl and stretch, trying to gain the acknowledgment of the voices.

Every now and then there would be other voices, but it loved its life- giver and protector the most.

AN: Who does this little one belong to, do you think?