The light of the sky, already a beautiful burnt orange and red, fading into a deep blue, bled through the pillars and caught inside the little shards of glass, infusing them with rich colours that they didn't have before, resting in their shadowed piles. The haphazard stacking of the shards caused the beams to refract this way and that, bouncing light all across the cavern, and not only did they reflect off of other glass, but they shone on the metallic trinkets, and together they matched any hoard of gems and gold, as twinkling and colourful as the dragoness who owned them.
Hvit looked up and saw that the ceiling too was decorated in sparkling glass, and against the cold black and blue of dark stone, the warm and bright colours contrasted like blood on snow. It was a sight indeed worth waiting for, and one he wouldn't soon forget.
"How long did it take you to make this?" he asked, studying the intricate hanging glass. It wasn't something he would have done, more for lack of the idea than anything else. He also couldn't figure out how she'd fastened them to the walls and ceiling. Full of little wonders was this hatchling.