Weyrling
The first hatchling pushed his brown head through the shell, looking apparently normal. Normal, that is, until the rest of the shell fell away, revealing that its brown color faded to silver.
Someone in the crowd yelled something, but Mraz only smiled as the beautiful brown silver carefully approached him, and said I am called Amudiith.
Sala watched as Mraz walked off with his brown silver bond, then turned her attention back to the hatching, wondering if she would impress as well.
A silver shading to darker silver hatched next, and impressed one of the other candidates.
The third egg hatched with more force than the first two, and a beautiful cream silver spread her wings, digging her claws into the fine red sand and racing towards her bond... Sala.
She sidestepped her dragon's charge, calling out with a laugh, "Isidith!"
Together the two raced out of the hatching sands, both happy.
We'll fly the length of the world! None shall stop us! Isidith remarked.
Sala smiled, stroking Isidith's soft hide, "Yes, we'll see the world from above."