THE HATCHING

"It was a pleasant morning when the clutch finally hatched. I said finally because the eggs were somewhat over time and the mothers were getting edgy." Tom chuckled as he wrote down those words in his diary. Some days before the hatching the atmosphere had gotten tense, everyone was walking on eggs and actually hoping they'd break.
"When the releasing bugles were finally released and me and Ernay made for the hatching sands the day had just dawned. When we entered the sands there were already a lot of dragons running around. Apparently some had decided not to wait for the candidates and bonded each other. Or not at all."
Tom put his pen on the table and stared outside. How would he ever describe the feelings of a hatching? He better not even try. Of course he did try, he just wouldn't put it down into his journal. At first Tom had been awed. All those perfectly formed little dragonets that knew their names and could talk! Each with it's own personality and temperament. But quickly the excitement of it all had left no room for thinking. Tom was just there. He saw, he witnessed. Nothing more.
And then it had happened, the most single intense experience of his life.
"Tom. My name is Citililath."

Midsummer Night's flight at Abri

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LANTESSAMA ISLE