Wyhrahn and Reffai

A brown nose peered from another shell, retreated; the egg shuddered once, violently, and the dragonet fell out in a flailing of big Ryslenesque paws and egg-wet wings. His tail connected with one of the larger eggs, rendering it a maze of hairline cracks; it was utterly still for a moment, an almost tangibly annoyed pause, and then a pale bronze broke through and stepped carefully from his confines. My fault, the brown admitted, watching his larger brother's entry. I'm Misanar - sorry about that.

It's nothing, the bronze informed him breezily, already turning towards the bonders.

Nothing - really? Misanar wondered, staring after his sibling; he shrugged, shook himself, and marched over to the pair of half-feline bonders who stood side by side, perhaps for comfort. Hello, Wyhrahn.

Reffai watched her brother go, a little sadly - sadly, at least, until a delicate, spring-green head in her palm proved distracting. Do you think we should join them? the hatchling inquired, and Reffai nodded.

"Yes, Diaran. I think so."

Diaran and Misanar had grown fully in a rather quiet manner. There wasn't any great incidents of mischeif or anything that was particularly remarkable. Wyhrahn had kept up religiously with his training, continuing to keep himself in peak condition. If there was one thing his life had taught him, it was that you never let yourself get caught off guard. And the best way to prevent this was to be in peak physical condition, which he was. Something that Misanar mimicked.

This continued until Misanar and Wyhrahn were considered full-fledged Draconar. Then Misanar found a new form of exercise.

Misanar hovered above Serpent's Reach Caer, where one Bronze Serisath was rising. Misanar, who'd spent his entire life surrounded by male bronzes, thought that Serisath was the most beautiful, sensual, unique and all around best bronze he'd ever seen. No way those others could hold a candle to this shimmering beauty.

Wyhrahn sighed and rolled his eyes at his dragons poetic thoughts, this was going to be a long wait.

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