Loch Nexian Sforzando and Abyss Guirdith

Sforzando let out a loud thrill that instantly alerted the sea dragons of various breeds in the vicinity that her clutch was hatching. Not too far away, Devin Sand had been scavenging. Habits die hard and even though he had yet to find a treasure washed up on the shore, he had been helping the locals with looking for flit eggs and other general chores. He'd been put to work early on, as had the other candidate Uraimo, who as a sailor also didn't have much practical use for his profession. The red-haired sailor looked considerably larger than the small orphan but being both new to the island they had spent a lot of time together and often met up. So it was not surprising that Uraimo appeared at the bay only moments after Devin.
"I'm not too late, right?" Uraimo asked, a little taken aback by how much warning they'd gotten beforehand.
For a week now they'd been told that the eggs were close. But nothing had been different about today.
"You're good." Devin reassured him.
Both men focused on the water. Lots of fins and snaky bodies disturbed the surface but it was hard to know whether or not the eggs had hatched yet. Suddenly though a little series of whistled bursts sounded and the sound was taken over by Sforzando who looked mighty pleased.
The dam of the clutch did not posses telepathy but her hatchlings clearly had inherited the power from their father as Uraimo heard a young voice:
"That's my name, but you may call me Cesura or Cesath."
"I'll see what sticks." Uraimo nodded.
Around his legs, a grey shape circled, with fins the colour of the sand below. It would be hard to keep track of this little one and something told the sailor that Cesath would very much like to play hide and seek.
A long thrill of a whistle with slow and fast undulations announced a second hatchling. A delicate wave of a tail and Devin felt the contact more in his mind than on his skin when the black shape sought him out and stroked his aqua blue fins against his hand.
"Medesimo or Medimth." the pool hatchling told the young man.
The introduction had been sober and restrained but carried a deep significance that Devin felt reverberate in his bones.
No more candidates were left but that didn't stop the hatching. Another black shape sped through the waters, jumping out of the water and displaying her purple fins. The small well dragoness held her head high as she sang the triumphant tones that was her real name.
"I am Maestoso." she said solemnly, "I shall go home with my mother to explore the waters of Gremyne"
From below, a darkly coloured pool hatchling with bright green fins observed his sister. He too wanted to see the oceans of a planet with hardly any sea dragons in it. To explore and learn and then to tell the Nexus about what he'd learned. And who better to teach him than his mother?
So he let out a loud tone that grew ever more quiet until it dwindled.
"Calando, or Calath, is my name and I'm coming too."
Though Sforando had hinted at more eggs, after a while it became clear that no more LochNexian-Dolkrats would hatch. Training would surely commence the following day, but the remainder of today was for celebrating and both sea-, land- and air-dwelling creatures raised their voices in cheer for the new additions in the history of Lantessama.

Devin Sand (m)* and Pool "Medesimo" Medimth (m)
Pond "Calando" Calath (m)
Uraimo (m) and Puddle "Cesura" Cesath (f)
Well "Maestoso" Maeth (f)

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