Jalor was comfortable there, as was his lover. But they both knew that he was meant to stand on the sands, and she for the education of their children. At dawn, or perhaps just before, the humming of the great gathering of dragons in the sands started.
Jalor had been awake for half an hour. The whole place was just brimming with energy - and because of his strange ability to sense animals, he knew before the humans did that the hatching was imminent.
Perhaps not before the riders of the dragons whose eggs rested on the sands, but there was always that chance.
Eventually, with their robes on and warmed better than they would have been otherwise in the chilly air, the candidates gathered. An egg snapped open, showing off a pretty blue.
Dawn came into the cavern, shining light everywhere. As the eggs hatched they would also be warmed by its rays. Another couple eggs hatched, a dark brown leaping from the shell. He wandered around, stopping at an egg. A blue broke out, and when the little brown got too close, the blue bit him on the snout! The brown wasn't all that happy about this, obviously!
Jalor felt it all. Suddenly, it was like his senses toward animals grew to include dragons - at least, one dragon. Hissing and spitting like an angry cat, the brown chastised the blue and glared.
Gotcha! Ha ha! The blue said.
That wasn't funny! The brown grumbled in response. He wasn't all somber, rather annoyed! He went out to the candidates at last.
Yes it was... The blue replied, but Jalor wasn't paying attention to him any more. Because the brown had come (nose up in the air the whole time) right to his side.
Hello J'or. That totally wasn't necessary.
So J'or was named, and Wirdnith his brown was a bit snooty. He could handle that. He could handle anything, now. He'd impressed a beautiful brown!
