He didn't notice a dragon appearing in the sky behind him, and barely registered the sound of footsteps behind him, he was so lost in thought.
"Hey, Iason." Iason jumped, then turned to see A'ros grinning behind him.
Iason glared at his friend, standing beside his dragon, Krinoth, then smiled. "What are you doing here, A'ros?"
A'ros smirked. "Well, I said I'd come see the hatching of the clutch, didn't I?"
Iason's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But the clutch isn't hatching yet."
A'ros' only answer was another smirk, and he pointed towards the black sands as the humming began, signifying the hatching of the clutch.
Iason glared at his friend. "Oh, shut up." He muttered as A'ros held back a laugh, and they both headed to the sands. They split up, Iason going to stand with the other candidates, A'ros to the stands to watch with Myriam.
He shifted impatiently as the first egg shattered, revealing twin dark blue stygian dragons. Iason watched with interest as the two Kjanli'eyr/Hathian crossbreeds bonded, followed by a yellow.
Now there there were three eggs and only two candidates left, which pretty much put an end to Iason's doubts about Impressing.
A large egg shattered explosively, spilling a red and black dragonet onto the sands. With a snarl, the hatchling strode over to the draconic Oehler, leaving two eggs rocking on the sand.
Both eggs were rocking furiously, but the smaller one hatched first. A dark green tumbled from it, and, raising its head slowly, it cracked open one eye, then the other, and stared around it.
It pulled itself up, then launched itself straight at Iason, and wrapped itself around his legs.
Iason stumbled to keep his balance as the green spoke into his mind. Would you still want me, even though I'm smaller than your friend's dragon? He looked down, startled to see the green dragon clutching tightly to his legs.
Green? But, why would I bond a female? He thought to himself, Pernese dragonesses on his mind. But then, the hatchling's voice hadn't sounded feminine, more of a baritone.
We're on Lao Daemia, more specifically, in Kjanli'eyr. Agent X, or whatever they call it, affects dragons and colors, Iason. Alemeth explained patiently.
Iason blinked and stepped back. Was the smallest dragon making up for his size with his mind? He shook his head as he detached himself from the green dragon, and let Alemeth push him towards the food.
