Hatching 16
Spectral Kindraimanth and Red Firestorm Arekith

by Kitsuneko

Kindraimanth was not a friendly dragon under the best of circumstances, but when she had been rudely awakened in the middle of the night, she was downright cranky. 
The rainbow purple dragoness growled as a faint glow woke her up. Then she blinked, as she saw two slightly irritated looking hatchling sitting just beyond her muzzle. The glow was coming from one of the hatchlings; he was a bright, fiery yellow-orange colour, and his striped firestorm wings glowed with a faint light. His brother was a less spectacular opal, what Kindraimanth knew as a white.
"You'd think she would have the good grace to alert the rest of the Isle before we hatched. She is our mother, after all." The first dragon said crankily.
His opal brother snorted and came to their mother's defense. "Oh, come on, T'jaroth. Kin't ya see 'at she was sleepin'? T'was probly yer fancy glowin' lights 'at woke 'er up'n the firs' place."  He said with a strange accent.
The first dragon glanced at his brother drolly.
"I told you already, my name is Tijaruoth. Get it? TI-JA-RU-OTH!" The opal blissfully ignored him.
"'Ell? Aren' ya gonna call th'candidates?" He questioned Kindraimanth.
She lifted her head, and her warning bugle echoed through the hatching sands and throughout the rest of Lantessama. Slowly, the candidates began to walk into the sands. Tijaruoth was the first to find his bond, and he ran straight up to Meylan, chattering excitedly. "Meylan! Hey, Meylan, I'm your dragon. I'm Tijaruoth. What? Oh! I'm a Rain of Fire! Cool, huh?" Meylan agreed with his new bond as they walked off to eat.
The opal brightened as two more boys strode into the sands. Oen was technically the one who was standing for the clutch, but it was Conel that the opal headed to. '"Ey, Conel! Ya kin't get rid o'me 'at easy! M'name's Tebeidanth". He pronounced the name carefully, so the recorders would be sure to get it right, and they left.
A third dragon crouched in the shadows, near the shards of Tajiruoth's shell. His body rippled in dark shades, but he had the same firestorm wings as his twin. He went largely unnoticed, and most people never even realized that the dark-skinned dragon had shared an egg with the brighter, more flambuoyent Tijaruoth. 
One candidate, however, did notice. The alien Bleep walked over to the hatchling, curious. "What are you doing over here?"
The hatchling looked up at him and seemed to relax with a shrug. "Nothing now, I guess. I'm Meteorstorm Rashaelith, Bleep. Will you be my rider?" Bleep, surprised at his unintended bonding, agreed and they left the sands together.
It was right about the same time as Rashaelith's unnoticed hatching that Kindraimanth lifted her wings away from a sixth egg she had hidden below her body. The egg was small, pale white and moving wildly. It took little jumps through the air, finally hitting his mother's front paw. At that the egg burst open and a Firestorm marked, silver male dragon sat on the sands, shaking his head, whirling away the sand that had fallen on him.
Looking with his strangely coloured golden eyes, the hatchling looked over all the candidates, but finally pointed toward one with black hair and strange amber eyes, "Sol! You are mine. My name is Soleil."
Two more eggs began to rock, and the first of them broke up with a loud crack, spilling a spectral-hided male onto the sandy ground. The other egg cracked, revealing another set of twins, this time two females. The first twin had a glistening, creamy-gold body with pink-orange wingsails. Her sister, though she had the same creamy hide as her twin, boasted darker, blood-stained wings.
The brighter female moved first to her chosen, and sat looking up at Orina's face. "Orina, I am yours. It is I, Sunrise Kinarth." Orina reached over to scratch the hatchling's eyeridge with a smile.
The other female moved to another female candidate, Roni. "Kenoch cannot control you anymore, mine. I, the Blood-Tipped Vision of Hope dragon, Seacreth, will be here to protect you now."
The spectral dragon had spent his time running hyperly around the sands. Finally, he caught sight of one of the candidates and rushed over to him. He stopped suddenly, spraying a wave of sand over his chosen. He grinned sheepishly as Hielo was splashed with sand, the blue-green and white fire lizard looking exasperated. "Oops, sorry about that, Hielo. Anyway, I'm Denionsth! Can we eat now?"
The last egg had not rocked at all since the beginning of the hatching, and even now, it did not move at all. Kindraimanth crooned worriedly, nudging the egg gently with her muzzle. She was relieved when she felt a slight, answering wiggle from inside the egg. She crooned again encouragingly. "Come on out now, little one. You can't stay in there forever."
Finally, a tiny, hairline crack appeared along the side of the egg as it began to move with slightly more vigor. Kindraimanth crooned encouragingly, and finally took the egg in her mouth and gently broke it open so her child could escape.
A faintly glowing, glistening yellow-gold body dropped to the ground as the hatchling creeled weakly. Kindraimanth lifted her daughter, gently placing her between her front claws, and began to wash the sand from her hide.
"Mother? I, I don't feel very good..."The hatchling said with a cough.
Kindraimanth rumbled deep in her throat. "Don't worry, little Barasth. Let's go and eat, after you get a good rest, you'll feel better."
Barasth nodded, and stumbled along beside her mother. "This one is staying with me." Kindraimanth said to anyone who cared to ask, daring them to disagree. No one was inclined to argue, anyway, and they left without further incident.

Shattered Crystal* Barasth (f) to Darkling Dawn (Shining Sun Firestorm)
Sol and Moonspark* Soleil (m) (Moon Firestorm)
Meylan and Rain of Fire* Tijaruoth (m) (Flame Firestorm)
Orina and Sunrise* Kinarth (f) (Sunset-Dawn)
Roni and Blood-Tipped Vision of Hope* Seacreth (f) (Bl-tipped Midnight-Dawn) 
Bleep and Meteorstorm* Rashaelith (m) (Flame-Obsydian Firestorm)
Conel and Opal Tebiedanth (m)
Hielo and Spectral Denionsth (m)

Note: Firestorm on Lantessama is a striped, faintly glowing pattern on the hide of the dragon. Thus they give light in the dark as a glowing dragon would (though not as noticeable)
Note2: * is a dragon showing signs of magic.