Each day Kjedoreth became more and more excited about the prospect of bonding another dragon, one who would help him with his lust for knowledge. However, Cynnath was becoming quite bored with her bonds eagerness and frequently left him to explore or just be alone. He had yet to notice her anger and hurt feelings. Only Kønet saw her hurt and tried to nuzzle it away. I just wish the sharding hatching would happen so he can get his new bond and me mine, then I may never see him again! she said furiously to the little flit, who crooned sadly at her words. As if the eggs had heard her angry cry, a brassy call went up from the Aerd, calling Cynnath in from the frozen snow.

This world was amazing. It's history, how it came to be...Kjedoreth was sweapt up in a storm of reading as he went to the library and pulled open book after book...his hunger grew with each volume he devoured. I've never even heard of a place such as this! All this majyck and war and loss...it's fascinating! he told the only one who would listen anymore, Eji his pet bat-weasel. As he closed yet another book and turned to the next, he lifted his head at the thundrous call from the sands. His heart leapt to his throat, it was time! Hastily stuffing books back onto shelves and collecting Eji, the blue-sunset scrambled for the sands.

The pair met there, Cynnath making every effort not to look at Kjedoreth and Kjedoreth looking everywhere else as well, though not consiously. He simply was taking everything in, remembering his own hatching vividly. Both of them couldn't deny the air of mystique this place held, their jaws dropping at the first three dragonets to struggle their way out of their shell. A red, followed closely by a smaller white, then a shining orange. Her shimmer was not damp scales, she, like her mother, was a shimmer orange. Like sunset-lit water, she held her head high and strutted to her bond.

Watching with his usual focus, Kjedoreth failed to notice the approaching red until she grabbed his forepaws in a vice-like and eager grip. "You! You'll be mine." she nearly snarled, eyes flicking to Cynnath with an almost threatening and jealous look before locking back to his. "I'm your Kjoda'Vuku!" Kjedoreth whuffed in what might be draconic laughter as he rose and, without a backwards glance at Cynnath, led Kjoda' from the sands. He was captivated by her voice, her assuredness and how she already knew what she wanted to do once they left the Aerd.

Her hurt deepened at his complete disreguard at how that little red had glared at her, how he never even nodded or glanced at her in excitement or joy. She sighed and turned back to watch the hatching, only to find the smaller white sitting between her paws, a slight smirk upon his face. "I might be tiny, but I'm smarter than she is." he said, a dissmissive nod in his sisters and Kjedoreth's direction before he bared his fangs in a bright, draconic grin. "I'm also Cyizo'Fask, but you knew that already. You're a smart one, I know." Some of the hurt in Cynnath's heart was siphoned off into the tiny white, she gathered him to her and nuzzled his ivory scales. That's why you chose me, isn't it? she asked Cyizo' as he cuddled her back, crooing very softly.

Absolutely.