Name: Edi Zwitterion (ED ee, otherwise as above)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'11" s/l/ws
Build: long and lean
Physical Features: Hathian-Whorling, with four legs the front two having wing struts, long sharp claws, very long bare tail, long angular face with eye armor blending into neck fins, a fluffy mane, shoulder armor with similar fins; their mane can stand up if needed
Colors: White Pawn 1, brilliant shiny white body with rich black belly from chin to upper tail, face mask marking, and a soft white 'bow tie' on chest; fins and wingsails checkerboard pattern; shiny chrome mane; flat black armor; dark claws; faceted pink-violet eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence Knockoff stats: average 2, with one being 5 you choose
Abilities: average 2 with 6 in 'singing' (sonic manipulation and perfect pitch), cannot shift in any way, but they do display adept ability with computers and electrical items
Parents: Donor clutch Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Eloy Zwitterion, Multibond to whoever else comes along come on come on! You're gonna miss it!
Meeting Notes: (for both)

The evening was going off exactly as intended, just as everyone had wanted. True, there were some... interesting occurrances here and there, a minor scuffle at the entry when those dragons arrived, but overall there were few incidents and a good mood the whole night. Errick performed twice on the Stage, still marvelling at the way the place connected not only to this deep-sea city, but to other dimensions. He could feel the place's 'doors' as he went through them from the draconic portion of the venue into the humanoid one; they sent a gentle shiver over his scales. He strode through the entire venue both as a dragon, and later in his human guise, just to see what the two-legged ones could see. What they saw was pretty amazing, if he did say so himself.

He had to remind himself that at his typical draconic size and shape, and with a neck as long as his, his view was all but unhindered from above in the 'biped' side of things. He could see an ocean of black and white suits and dresses, feather hats and sashes, humans and elves and halflings and demons, all enjoying their night. But the place itself was just... magical. Tall arches that connected the main floor with smaller rooms and dimensional portals to the hatching areas, big thick windows looking out at the deepest ocean and farthest stars - right next to each other.

The Stage had introduced itself to him quietly and with what he thought of as an interdimensinoal giggle. It was where he met up with the sleek and small (or large, or huge, or teensy) Evocation Zone. And though the Labs were... less to his liking, they were definitely where this entire event got rolling. Because the whorling had an idea; she knew a dragon who knew a dragon, through the Nexus - through time and space - that needed a place to roost and wouldn't it be grand to be there with bells on? (There was a group with bells on, he was sure he could hear it...) They could serenade the eggs, those old traditional Pernese dragons they loved to have the song of their kin to help them break boldly into the world.

There were so many eggs here, he'd heard Baeris say that "there were more eggs than bubbles in the champagne glass". And it was definitely true... After the Den hooked up and Ancheoth and Tehndarinth's clutch of eggs were brought on board, it snowballed quickly enough. Far and wide, the Stage nudged at dragons and humanoids alike to come and see. And perform? Oh yes, there would be a grand place for that.

With their eggs maturing in a strange sub-dimensional lab, spliced together because they did in fact look so good that even Errick considered it an honor to be contributing to this night's population, he and Evocation Zone would practice their duet (though she seemed to prefer working with electronics, she did have a great voice), he'd watch her work on the mixing board and balance the speaker system when others were prepping for their own sessions.

Her human friend Ash would fit right in at least visually, with an ashen-colored uniform that matched her hair and eyes. Not so much as a party-goer, but behind the scenes. There were quite a few dragon-bonded people that came from far and wide, performing or helping assemble stage equipment, and work the lightshow (or be the Lightshow, she was... fascinating but a bit too flashy for his taste, both the Zeddian woman and the dragon she rode). It was pretty clear that the dragons that could come from the event were going to be amazing.

The Labs produced their technomagic for those dragons that required some assistance, and there were a few dragons or draconic creatures that aided where they couldn't: Tehndarinth was one of a pack of dragons bonded to or hanging out with that one human man Engel (or was it Engell, or Engle? there were a bunch of him too, like the local men in their black suits adjusting their ties and looking sinister together) and one of those pack-o-dragons was... one who could offer a wish. A true wish, unselfish, and this one: that the dragons desiring their disparate features to blend together in offspring could do that. Sometimes, science and technology needed a little help, and Kaspar thought that this was the perfect time to give it.

Errick was a little less clear on how they all happened to be hatching at once, because didn't dragon eggs take time (a long time?) to mature? More magic, more things he could probably just... ignore. Because the night was going to be such a hit. People arrived including bartenders and casino dealers, coat check folk and a bunch of kitchen staff. There would be a lot of dragons finding their lifelong friends.

The clock above the stage said three hours until midnight, Errick would be returning to perform one last bit with a group a little before the last bell, so he had time to mingle again. Up on the bigger dragon balconies there were feasts that humans didn't appreciate: raw meats from a huge variety of worlds - a giant fish had provided a banquet in and of itself, but there were open carcasses and half-devoured deer, a boar or two, and dozens of smaller piles of meat that smelled of rabbit and pheasant. And around each area, running water that the dragons could clean up with, and not leave dreadful bloody footprints everywhere!

Did you notice that there are no flies? There are no bugs, they said this was so much nicer than going out and having bugs everywhere. Is it? Is it better? I've never seen a bug - no wait there was a roach in the kitchen but someone zapped it before it got anywhere.

Errick slowly raised his head from the chopped-boar pile. If he had ears to twitch, they would certainly have aimed around to find where the ...

Right here! Hi! I know you're not my dad but you are kinda too, can I come with you? You're gonna perform again later right? Can I watch? I helped put out the microphones and got them hooked up with not-mom earlier, and she said I did a good job!

The Hathian slowly lowered his face to the moving water nearby, keeping his eyes on the brilliant white and checkerboard dragonet that moved around avoiding Errick's long tail. The dragonet barely could see over his tail, but seemed to be grinning widely.

Of course you may come with me, it's-

I mean with you both? We can be a pack!

Errick stuck his head back under the waterfall.

When he emerged again and shook the water off, there were two of his engineered offspring there, not just the one. They were almost entirely opposite of one another in color placement, but both so bright and dark at once. The bigger one seemed to be carrying himself a little more dignified.

Sorry, they got away from me, that dragonet asserted, and it was definitely true that the background noise of this ones mind was much more sleek and controlled. But they aren't incorrect, we would like to return to your home together. I am certain we could be of use.

... How could I possibly say no?

They turned out to be quite useful indeed during the later performance, with Eloy adjusting microphones so they didn't break with feedback, and Edi hitting high notes in quick chitters almost like a triangle's chimes. They could take this act on the road!

Name: Kaztel Sheva (kaz TELL she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 11'9" hip/l/ws bipedal
Build: hip-heavy, strong body
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
*Colors: body smoke grey, belly armored graphite and medium grey shiny, face markings of fire-lines in soft white; wingsails grade between high white and smoke grey; spines flat black, webbing silver with black flame lines, claws light, eyes indigo-violet *Note that due to Sheng's color shifting ability, this dragon can change his coloration with concentration, with the darker parts becoming red shades, and the lighter ones into yellows, or mix and match with greys and colors together
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 1, Endurance 5, Agility 3, Health 5, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 infernal senses; 5 void teleport, poison stinger and spit (you choose effects, very strong); 4 fly burst speed, chameleon red/yellow*. verbal speech, local teleport; 3 telepathy; 2 nexus teleport, spirit magic negated by infernal however it seems to occasionally activate if they're fully color shifted; 1 magic breath weapon (too weak to use)
Parents: Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Aimaan, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: It was nearly midnight, and Aimaan had made the rounds more than once, slinking around the dragon balconies, but also slipping down to the humanoid areas - and nearly being mistaken for one of the participants in the hatchings. Though she scoffed when one of the party-goers asked if she knew where the restrooms were, momentarily she accepted a compliment about how pretty she glowed. She wove around the dance floor, somewhat tiredly now.

But she was reinvigorated when the last clutch of the night arrived in style. They couldn't help it, even her darker side had to admit that they were stunning. As they walked on all fours with a strange gait, one of them stood upright, so that was it, they could be bipeds!

She'd sometimes wondered what it was like to have 'hands'.

Eh, they're fine, I guess. You get around faster on four feet than I will on two.

"Who said that," Aimaan snapped, "who--"

Just me, no need to be grumpy. The dragon's eyes were the only spot of color - until... the white sail parts on his big wings changed to a sunlit yellow, wait, you probably do need to be grumpy, it's fine. I can be grumpy too. Just not all the time.

"You're... you're so pretty!" Aimaan exclaimed, and felt a little wave of curiosity hit her mind. "People say I'm lovely because I glow."

You are, you do glow, wish I could do that. The dragon's colors had faded back into shades of grey.

"Maybe you could learn! Maybe..."

I'll come with you, if you really want. I am Kaztel. The dragon already stood nearly as high at the shoulder as the small and glowing hybrid. I wouldn't mind.

Before she changed her mind, the dragon resolutely sat next to her and watched the rest of the party whether she wanted him there or not.

Name: Limthol (LIMB thol; -THOL is the knockoff family designation, while their Piece companions have traditional -TH Pernese; this will only be important if breeding is desired, also note that if they are promoted to breedable Pawn they may be renamed to Limtholth (don't have to))
Gender: (choose +preference as desired)
Size: 5'5" s/l/ws
Build: powerful, imposing for its size
Physical Features: Technically Pernese, four legs and two wings, horned head with small external ears, faceted eyes, sharp spikes with webbing between on neck and hips/tail, tail fin similar, large conical claws
Colors: Black Pawn 1, very rich midnight black body; wingsails have large checkerboard on backs, medium sized underneath; webbing on neck, back, and tail small checkers; spikes on neck, back, and tail gradient silver; horns and claws white, faceted eyes orange
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 each with one being 4 and another 1 you choose
Abilities: 3 average for most normal abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local and nexus teleport, and unassited firebreathing), if written up to breedable Pawn status may also select one of time portal, foresight, or empathy, otherwise these are dormant
Parents: Donor Clutch Thaljath and Olelikoth
Bond: Adjel'Khumah, voluntary Impression (odd to dragon)
Meeting Notes: He'd put his paw in the door years ago, and it was paying off with the gleaming, magical card giving him access to the Nexus's biggest bash in years, the Checkerboard Ball. He certainly fit in there, dapper black with gleaming accents - he looked the part already. The only thing he wondered was which side he ought to seek to ply his ideas?

Well, why not both? Since he was a dragon, obviously, he would be among his kind, in his element - even participating if he desired in some of the draconic events! The down side was, apparently, he was ... rather smaller than many of those dragons. Though if he was intimidated by the groups of magic-slinging or team-hunting envoys - that he came up to maybe their elbow - he didn't show it even once. Instead, he cheered and kept track of who won those contests of will or bright shiny magic use; looked on with interest at the 'speed dating' event. Who would wind up coming back for more? Who snuck off quickly to the little caves provided for chats or feasts or whatever else? Who was turned off or snubbed?

All of these things contributed to his understanding of the massive group of dragons. He'd spotted the Pernese search dragons and their slightly-lost expressions, though not all of them clumped up or looked cowed at the ones using magic or speaking out loud. It was while they were clearly conveying things to their riders, that Adjel decided it was time to head over to the other side of the venue. He was small after all, and could weave around the dancers on the main floor, or the serving staff in the balconies without trouble.

It did mean that some folks thought he was one of the hatchlings... but even with a couple oohs and aahs and sudden double-takes, he proudly wandered around that area too. There were Important People talking, still - he knew they'd been at it for a while by their frazzled expressions and body language. He listened in, made his notes, thought about the draconic personages or rogue elements they were referring to - realized they were in fact over in the draconic side proudly displaying their in-your-face attitudes to the young impressionable hatchlings. Some of whom went for it, and good on them - it was, after all, their choice.

So the night went on with him moving freely between the big dragons and the little bipeds, catching interesting gossip from two oddly disparate views. Did the humans over there discussing free will even understand how much this impacted the dragons? Did some of the dragons even comprehend it?

I do, I comprehend it, but I still... need someone to be around. There was a little voice, one that wouldn't be little for long. Adjel glanced around to look for the source of this very direct mental communication. And it was hard to see at first: black as he himself was, but then with those brilliantly checkerboard patterned wings, and the nubs of what would become a magnificent row of tall neck spines and horns. Glittering golden eyes stared out from the blackness of that dragon's face. Hopeful, perhaps. The only reason Adjel knew that: because the mental contact sunk in deeply.

"Did you ... mean that you want to come with me?" Adjel asked, curious. He approached the hatchling - ostensibly Pernese, but there were few from that planet that had the features rising on the back of that dragon's spine. Nor the clarity of mind, really. The dragonet nodded with care, and looked pointedly beyond Adjel's own folded red wings.

I didn't want to join them, though some of my siblings have decided to. I didn't care for their ... political leanings.

"Big words for a young dragon," Adjel muttered, but he knew that this little dragon understood what they were saying.

"I haven't seen much of their worlds," the checkerboard dragonet spoke aloud, but their mind still rang clear and deep in Adjel's own, "but I would prefer a better way than theirs."

This would prove to be quite the interesting bond, as the dragon added, I am Limthol, you are my chosen One, they put stress on 'chosen', and I want you to show me the ways that we can use to be equals without force.

Name: Demistash (DEM ee stash +Turun*; Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly; *in this case even with a knockoff hatchling, perma will automatically be bestowed so if they want the Turun name, they have it; may modify that name to Demi Turun or keep the stash as desired)
Gender: Male* (+preference as desired)
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: slinky, slender
Physical Features: Tattoo mutt, four legs, two wings with feathers and membranes, head has small horns and external ears, pupiled eyes, lots of sparkly floof, paw pads and claw feet, long tail with feathers, orb with magic; requirement of being tattooed (or... temporary tattooed)
Colors: Black Pawn 2
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence 3 average, with one stat at 1 and another at 5, your choice
Abilities: 5 telepathy, verbal speech, magic sense; 3 paradise creation; otherwise they use only very modest versions of light breath and divination
Parents: Donor Clutch Sta Turun and Shigan
Bond: Cavespeaker Nightscale, Tattoo Bond
Meeting Notes: Someone early on had called out, "it's a party!" as though that was not patently obvious. The fact that this happened over on the draconic side of the Ball's venue space was... eye-rolling. But they weren't wrong - and their intentions were clear as well. It was time to let loose just a little, have more fun than serious conversation, enjoy a time with all the disparate creatures of the Nexus for just a little while.

Cavespeaker was apt to want to be a little less frivolous, to be seen as a careful person, a diligent dragon, one who would establish confidence and gain trust, and be trustworthy in return.

There were actual dragons dancing drunkenly (on what concoction presented to them from that Nightmourner in the shadows, who even knew) on massive stone slabs at this party. Everyone seemed to think that was incredibly funny, and after a little while... So did Cavespeaker. There was still tension in the air, the presence of the Death Court for instance would certainly be why Baeris and Mystic and some few others were discussing things on that balcony in the biped side as carefully as they were. There was no dancing on that table, certainly.

The fine foods, on the other hand, now that was something that Cavespeaker could eagerly enjoy on either side. She carefully doled herself 'a little here, a little there' in order to appreciate the variety of fresh-hunted meats, and well-crafted culinary delights equally. And she'd found that the magic surrounding the entryways and barriers was quite finely tuned indeed - she could shift herself into a human-like guise and be blocked from reentering the draconic one, while her much-too-large dragon shape experienced a strange tingle when she tried to move into the biped area from that side. So somewhere in between, a larger humanoid with the draconic additions of her wings, crest, horns and tail was how she spent most of the evening.

Appropriate to both sides, though able to slip into each fully and still understand and be accepted by those around. However it was while she was edging herself around the perimeter of the biped side that she noticed a hall, no, more like an alcove area. Perhaps it would lead to the kitchens or a set of restrooms (it did, in both cases, though the kitchen entry for serving was on the other side of the room). But over on the one dark wall rested a series of platforms and cushioned seating under an arch shape. A nook just deep enough for someone to rest. But those shelves, which might have held books or trinkets in any other setting, had sets of ... small bottles? Stacks of little papers, bundled.

She spotted something dangling off one of the little stoppered bottles and peered more closely: it was her name, though it was in a script that danced in different sigils and symbols before deciding on 'something between'; the scratched and intricate draconic script, and the mostly-English lettering, interwoven. Interesting.

It was here for her. But what was it? Surely not to drink, it smelled more like medical alcohol or cleaning fluid just a bit, not like the fine beers and honey ale in the bar or casino. And it did have a dropper with that lid, which she then realized was to allow the paper to be wetted.

They were little tiny temporary tattoos. Bearing a small pawn shape, like that on many of the chess based logos and Ball-related merchandise scattered throughout the whole place. (Dine like kings! said the casino's buffet table, along with a king-shaped silhouette.) She idly picked up a single slip of this odd card-backed transfer paper, and wondered.

Why would it have her name on it? If not to belong to her? And were others so labeled? She could see no sign on any other bottle or packet. (But just because she couldn't see them didn't mean they weren't there...)

"It's a party," she said, chuckling to herself. No dancing on tables for her, but what might this bring? She put one of the papers onto her forearm, and followed the tiny-print instructions on the back - drop liquid and hold snugly until dried, peel off the card backing.

She could hardly even see the image that remained on her semi-slick not-quite-human skin, when she did pull up the paper. The bottle and other stack, bundled into its little velvet bag, she put into her cloak's inner pocket. It was hers, that was fine. But what would she do with so many of these little things? Put them on books?

Well, it was a cute distraction and it gave her time to relax a little in that cushioned seat, but there was more to this party and she intended to see one of the demonstrations on the draconic side. Off she went! Cavespeaker adjusted her shape once more, and even actively participated in the 'Hide and Seek' event! After all, a creature of her skills with shadow and darkness could hardly lose at hiding!

***

The night wore on though it certainly didn't wear out its welcome. Though tempted, she didn't partake of those narcotics that Lunarwisp or Thicksnow offered. Dancing with either a humanoid partner or circling around in the draconic area would definitely be boosted by their strange magical enhancements, but no - a long drink of chill water at the fountain, or a hot coffee from that one kiosk would do just fine.

Though she didn't actively participate in the combat or the big lightshow at the end, Cavespeaker found herself watching with wide eyes at the colors and fantastic shapes that the magic and breath weapons could produce. Something odd tingled around her wrist. Hmm, maybe the action was starting to wear off that tattoo of hers. She'd spotted a couple of them on people and one or two on dragon shoulders, while moving about. She hadn't thought to check it while she was in her full sized dragon shape, and ... equally forgot to check while she was intangibly shadow or slipping through darkness.

She'd won the hide and seek contest, by the way. Even though there were several others with similar powers, her patience and further magic allowed her to move unseen even in the grassland 'arena'. No one said she couldn't hide as a human-sized person in the urban zone, right? So no one was looking for one! She slipped through the forest and the caves like oil, shadow and darkness alike. She even stood her ground as one dragon aimed magical light right at her - but saw nothing beyond the lingering depths in the glittering cave wall. It was her, she was glittering.

But now there was this itch, a strange sensation indeed, coming from her arm where that tattoo had been put. Did she need to drop more of that liquid on it? Well it was time for the midnight bell, so maybe she'd do that again in a moment. She wanted to duck between the realms to see how either of them saw that half-stage half-aerial performance.

... The moment passed and it wouldn't matter. As the clocks on both sides of the venue struck midnight (far from signalling the end of the party, they probably signaled 'bed time' for some youthful dragons and a good number of younger attendees, though) the itching stopped abruptly. And equally abrupt, resting on her half-draconic shoulder, draped over her wing arm and with a tail wrapped under her humanoid arm, there was a dragon.

Dark as she herself was; with no color to speak of but a smattering of grey, silver, graphite, mist where any added fluff and feathers were. And those checkerboard bits under his wings, echoed in the remnant of the temporary tattoo on her arm... wait, wait.

"What is this?" Cavespeaker was genuinely intrigued. There was magic here, and the dragonet gave a broad toothy little horse-faced smile at it. The tattoo was embedded, not really in the way she'd heard of them, not with needles or psionics, but with the sheer magic of herself.

"You did that, I am proud of you!" the little dragon spoke, hugging her neck with his forepaws. He would not be big, at least not nearly as big as she was in her draconic form. "I loved it when we hid and moved around like that, like shadow and mist and smoke. You made my Paradise part of you, your arm or your... leg?" He tilted his head and looked at that arm that would indeed be a foreleg when it was planted under a dragon's body. "I will not be parted from you. I am Demistash," he looked around at the very few of his kind over on the dragon side of the venue, "maybe Turun, I guess? I want to be your friend, you know how to get around. I know I can't shapeshift like you, but maybe I can learn how to use light better with you. A challenge and all!"

That open mouth went wide and a ... well, a flashlight beam of pale grey came from it. Cavespeaker was... speechless.

"What will I do with you," the largest and darkest of them said, quietly. Tavu'nye tilted their head and snugged their long body around the small pair of other dragons. All three of them were very, very tired. It had been a long night, though longer slightly, for the slinky Tavu'nye. The 'night' that lasted from the moment all of the Pawns of their clutch had been created and carefully placed with the spliced parents and naturally-laid eggs... That was effectively long enough ago to have matured out of the shell and learned how to control a bit of their magic, a lot of their movement, learn speach, telepathy... History and even a little science.

The science said 'this clutch was not quite natural'. But then the magic said that too.

To Tavu'nye, they'd watched their much larger and more 'natural' siblings mature, their small sized pawn-clutch broke shell in fits and starts. Tavu always watched. They'd seen flashes of things in the shell, things which came to pass later. So they knew: when the time was right, there would be others to take care of and nurture.

But they were still just little, young, inexperienced beyond the strange cavern where their parents and sort-of-siblings resided for the duration before the Ball proper. It was time at last, and Tavu knew that one of their potential visions, one of their potential friends, was already hatched and waiting.

Best to catch up with them before they were trodden under the great feet of all the dragons here... So Tavu'nye had slipped out into the Draconic side of this huge venue, blinded a little by the magic and the stunning displays of fire breathing or lightning magic, until they spotted the little grey and checkerboard dragonet they knew they'd find.

"We have something in common," Tavu'nye had said, and it was instantly obvious what they meant. Both of the hatchlings had a parent from a particular world, even of a particular breed there! They would grow horns in the same way too. Vaiamsh tilted their head and blinked their wide, green eyes.

"I wondered why I didn't feel like leaving with them," the tiny dragonet looked toward the archway that connected the biped and draconic venues. "Did I dream about you?"

If Tavu'nye could smile like a human, they would have, "well I dreamed about you, so probably!"

That caused Vaiamsh to giggle and bounce a bit. The size difference of the pair was already evident, when one of Vaiamsh's clutch siblings wandered past on their own way around this area.

"You're so little," Tavu whispered. Then more loudly, "Do you want to see the other events? Oh - look they're doing something on both stages!"

The pair lingered around the edges of the vast cavern stage, but watched as dozens of dragons and their smaller humanoid-like counterparts interacted with musical stings and bright cast-magic backgrounds. Whether there was a story weaving around their dancing, neither of them knew. By the end of it, it looked like the draconic stage would be taken up by more calm story telling.

"I'd like to listen to those, a little," Vaiamsh asserted, "we're waiting for someone new, aren't we?"

"It's okay I'm here!" Another voice rang through the noise, startling both of them. They trotted on paws quite precisely, stood with their head raised high, and butted that head into Tavu's shoulder on arrival. "Story time is boring time, but I guess..."

So they rested, Aqa ahlTahnhadaa and Tavu'nye and Vaiamsh, as dragons told histories and embellished tales, adding magical imagery or using song to emphasize bits here and there. They watched the feats of strength that much, much larger dragons participated in, Aqa seemed very interested in those!

They ate, they conversed, they dodged as big and little dragons ran around the venue. It had started thinning out a little, there was a huge show on the stage that everyone cheered and - that clock thing lit up, ringing the midnight bell whatever that was.

Tavu'nye had held up the longest, they were much older than the hatchlings. But still tired, it had been quite the evening. Curled around their new friends, even their magical foresight was dim from exhaustion.

We will find a way to bring you where you're needed, Tavu felt a mental voice, black as night but warm. The dragon that the voice belonged to was hardly bigger than Tavu'nye would be (in fact he would be smaller), but he was obviously grown up. I will get my bond to move you when you're ready. We'll probably keep an eye on you to make sure you're all right until settled.

Denhadarvahth swished his spaded tail a bit, communicating with his bond whoever that was. They must have been human because they didn't 'get' to come here on the dragon's side. So eventually, their new home would have a trio of mostly-disparate dragons! Aqa would probably get them into trouble, Vaiamsh might be their voice of reason, and Tavu... would see any danger on the way.