Shakaina raced to the Sands, scarf tail flying behind her. She had gotten used to the cold weather- barely. She reached the Sands, and smiled broadly. There was Garen, watching. She waved, smiling. He waved back. She found a place close to the eggs, and settled to watch the hatching. It then began.

The first to hatch was a Light Brown with snowy wing sails. The second was a Light Blue with the same markings, and then, to Shakaina's surprise, a red. The next was a sliver-blue.

Two eggs collided, as they were apt to do, spilling a vibrant green and a sandy blue into a heap. Shakaina was first to break ranks to go to their aid, and Serin followed nearly as boldly. After a moment, Serin had the green in her arms, and Shaikaina had the blue.

"This is Venyrth."

"And this' Viceith."

Shaikaina and Serin said to each other, introducing their respective dragons. Venyrth shook himself off.

Wow, thanks Shakaina. That was not fun, he said as they went to the kitchens. Shakaina laughed.