Patience was sometimes not one of Drämoro's better qualities, though it seemed one so stoic as he would have endless amounts. He spent most of his days watching Dohäi play in the snow with his leap flit, with his own Sardor and Chanu perched gloomily upon his shoulders. Other times he walked alone and thought. "Dohäi is certainly happy." he said to his flits. Then why wasn't he?

Because you hate waiting for anything. a small voice rang from the back of his mind. It was true. He hated anticipation, knowing something loomed upon the horizion and not being able to do anything to meet it. Time was what he hated, how it passed so slowly when he wished it to speed up. There was one thing he was happy about though, and that was Dohäi. The shy little boy had opened up since they'd arrived to find that this place not only welcomed shapeshifters such as themselves with open arms, it was peopled with them.

Drämoro's thoughts wer interrupted when a dragon roar erupted from the direction of the Aerd and Sardor and Chanu began to hum. The hatching! His mind raced and he swifly shifted to his bear form and loped off for the sands. Armor clanging madly, he nearly ran over his little brother at the entrance. He was in his human form and looking quite excitedly nervous at the eggs. "Drä! Come on it's time!" and he held out the hand that his leap-flit was not occupying. Knowing the sands to be hot, Drämoro changed back to his human form and took Dohäi's hand, finding his grip strong but tremulous.

The boys excitement seemed contagious, for soon enough Drämoro found himself trembling very slightly inside. His heart seemed to be feeling out for the eggs and the bond that would complete it. The first to hatch were a shimmer orange, a red and a white, the former of which decided to strut to her bond while the latter drove straight up to theirs. Next came two purples, moving so quickly they were nothing but blurs, a white opaline dragon, green, red; they began to flicker past so fast Drämoro only saw their colors.

Several twin eggs burst, some not bonding and becoming something called "wylds" which they had been warned about upon arriving at the Aerd. But Drämoro's attention was ripped from the flashes of color to two dragonets making their way across the sands. One was a brown-black who showed no interest in Drämoro, but the other...oh that other dragonet was as beautiful a thing as Drämoro had ever seen! It seemed black, but shifted to purple and blue...like the darkest point of night upon the frozen plain of Svalbard. It spoke to him in a voice that seemed both silk smooth and crackled with power.

It waited for it's brown-black brother to announce his choice of Dohäi, then looked up at Drämoro with glowing blue eyes and said, "And I'm Drtwi'Suah. I choose you, Drämoro." with a rumble in his throat. And from that point on, Drämoro knew nothing but Drtwi and his thoughts and feelings.