A small clutch in the dunes, guarded by it's father Beaut, was starting to show signs of live. The father had managed to keep all but one egg out of the hands of those meddling bunnies. Whatever had happened to the one egg, he feared to find out, so he concentrated on his remaining eggs.

One broke open and a camouflage beige glider fell o the soft dune sand.

Smiling, his father nudged the dragonet to his feet and told it to wait for candidates.

"But I want to bond now!" the hatchling sighed, "I'm hungry."

Feeling his son's hunger, Beaut looked around and when no-one was around, tossed his son a piece of cake he had snagged from the feeding tables. "Don't tell your mother I did this." he said.

"I won't." Thryor said happily chewing his desert, "I think I will go to Nidus Otykaii."

Thryor had grown up on Lantesamma Isle, deciding to wait until he was an adult to go to Otykaii. However, when the day finally arrived that he was an adult, and was to leave for Otykaii, something happened.

For some reason, he'd decided that he was going to go by the Hatching Sands before he left. Just to look. Honest.

And well...

Some weeks later, as the eggs were rocking, Thryor was among the candidates. Waiting for his bond.

Lantesamma Isle