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				Walking along a clear blue stream, that sings merrily as it tumbles over the smooth rocks that line its bed, you come across a vast cliff of red stone.  Cut into the side of the cliff are a series of steps, and your curiosity urges you to see where they lead.  The steps are sun-warmed and not too steep, so although it takes awhile to reach the top, you aren't worn out at all.  In fact, it was rather a pleasant climb. At the top, you have an excellent view of the Cathair Utopian and all the land around it.  The sun warms your face and a little breeze blows through your hair.  The atmosphere is serene and beautiful. Turning around, you see a large cave.  Issuing from the cave is the sound of snoring; the person--or thing--who's snoring must be immense!  You realize, of course, that you've stumbled onto the cathair of a dragon--maybe more than one--but you aren't afraid.  Dragons in these parts are rarely unfriendly. You walk cautiously into the cathair.  Friendly or not, a startled dragon doesn't ask questions before defending its home. "Hello?" you call, and the snores stop abruptly. Hello? Who's there? A distinctly female voice, a little naive, perhaps a green dragon, answers your call with a query. "Um, a visitor," you reply, and the owner of the voice jumps down from a slab of rock that was her bed. Oh, hello.  I'm Doireannth, says the pale green dragon. Are you a friend of Csillath? "Who's Csillath?" you ask, your tongue tripping over the name. Suddenly you hear a bugle, and a darker, minty green runs in, her tail and head held high, her wings slighty flared open. I'M Csillath.  What are YOU doing here? she demands.  You smile despite yourself at the queen-like little green. "Just wandering around..."  She seems to quiet down; at least, she flops down on the floor and sprawls there for a moment.  The day has grown warmer outside, and Csillath has obviously been over-exerting herself.  The cathair floor is cool though, and Csillath seems to be cooling down herself. You wave goodbye to Doireannth and walk out, but not before sneaking a peak at their hatching records... Hatching Excerpts: Hatchings 2&3: Teal/Green/Yellow Nadezhdath & Green Laloith Sirrala woke up early that morning, and looked outside through her bleary eyes, yawning. Kali dear, how are the mothers doing this morning? She asked her gold, who sat at the springs crooning softly. They are restless. The eggs are past due to hatch, and they have become worried. Kalyantith told her rider and stretched her wings. Sirrala jumped out of bed, waking L’ven who slept next to her. Yawning, he looked up at her, smiling. “What was that for, love?” He asked, stretching. Sirrala smiled and threw he clothes at him. “That was to get you up, you lazy ball of fur. You have things to attend to, as do I.” Sirrala explained as she threw his clothing at him. Kalyantith looked to the hatching grounds and bugled, just as two other bugles sounded. Sirrala jumped, startled, and then grinned. “I guess those things will have to wait until after the hatching.” She commented happily and bound out of the room. Eggs are hatching, if you hadn’t noticed already. The bonders, however many we have, are being taken over to the sands now. Just worry about getting yourself and L’ven there, and quickly. Kalyantith told her rider, and bugled warning to those in her way. Sirrala shook her head; Kalyantith acted her part too often. Smiling, she ran into the cavern and stopped short, looking around in bewilderment. Both mothers were sitting there, but the eggs were gone, and in their places, all but a few hatchlings sat patiently waiting. Sirrala just gaped. L’ven skidded to a halt behind her. “Love, get in there before the eggs…” He stopped short as he looked onto the caverns. “Our children decided not to wait for you all, with a few exceptions, of course. Those still in their eggs are waiting for their chosen to come for them. The others have decided to announce their intentions to the entire Cavern.” Nadezhdath told everyone and smiled at her brightly colored children. Sirrala cleared her head and walked over to the mothers. They sat far enough apart so that their children could be easily identified as theirs. And with that, they began. Doireannth hatches from Laloith: “I am Doireannth, and I will not bond, either.” The little light green announced from behind her mother, and proceeded to walk slowly to the food. Csillath hatches from Nadezhdath: The next little green came up from behind her mother and bugled. “I am my own dragon. I shall not bond! I am Csillath!” She crowed and strode off, leaving most of the spectators bewildered. Sirrala smiled at the braveness of the little one and watched as the next pair bonded. Sirrala stood up and followed the last of the guests into the Great Hall, smiling to herself. This would be an eventful night. The hatchlings would go out to their homes, and be raised there. The Caverns were too small to keep that many unbonded hatchlings for that long. A bugle could be heard outside, and then all the dragons in the Cavern sang along with them, and it lasted until the suns finally reached their highest peak. Both ladies are preparing to participate in the Wyld Frenzy!
			Csillath paired with yellow-silver Venilabore Caelumpictor! Doireannth paired with blue Ciqantath! Csillath began to tease some of her chasers and that seemed to be what set Venilabore Caelumpictor to fly faster. Thriving on the verbal teasing, he soon overcame the green's dwindling suitors and captured her for his own; he seemed more than willing to acquiesce to her demands, of course, and his submissive nature seemed the perfect fit for Csillath's more dominating one. Doireannth fell into the tender embrace of Ciqantath and, not far from where they began their descent, Aunes Selamputo brought the red Hathian Ny'raan into his own embrace.