Archibald had told his sons of his bond with Loretta--of the ease of communication the two held with each other. Abraham wondered if this egg and the dragon within would have a bond with him that was closer than an other bond on the face of Loorien. Abraham continued to let his mind dance as he walked through the caves. Reginald had led them here, and within the walls his brother and father remained and wandered. Loretta left the dark prince to his wanderings and returned to Archibald. The boy wondered if the crimson and white bitch enjoyed being a guard for the growing colts, him and his brother, but settled on the decision that she did not. Loretta was a warrior alongside his father, not a babysitter.

The colt was lost in the catacomb of his mind when the egg in the basket that hung from his jaws began to stir. It had been moving for several nights now and Abraham was itching for it to hatch. Stopping on a dime, the youngling sat the basket down on the hard cavern floor. Instantly, the basket flipped on its side as the egg shook violently within. The obsidian draft gasped and sucked in a breath, taking a step backwards as the egg rolled from the basket. The egg began to crack, still shaking violently. Within moments the egg bursts open, shards flying everywhere as baby wings unfurled and limbs thrashed outwards. Laying in the wake was a glossy, white reptile.

Abraham let out his breath after holding it for what seemed like an eternity. Lowering his head to the ground the colt walked forward. He nudged the young, scaled dragon, causing a pur to stir from deep within its pale white chest. A smile tugged on the corners of Abraham's lips. "Hello, little one," he said gently as the dragon shifted to sit upright on her haunches, wings tucked into her sides. She looked up at him with eyes of liquid fire, large and very infant-like, and twilled gently. The sound was pleasing to Abraham's ears, and a sense of relief flooded him that he had never felt before. Quickly, the reptillian female rubbed her scaly muzzle against the colt's velveteen nose. His mismatched eyes glittered and he whispered gently, her name, "Gwyneverre."

The white dragon had a square shape, and already she looked very strong and able. From her face grew several horns--from her chin, cheeks, eyebrows--each a hard ivory. Around the back of her skull and moving around the crown her queen were the longest and sharpest looking of her face-horns. Abraham knew she would be great. Her chest and underbelly were the lightest parts of her, being the purest of white, which her back and wings were more dull in comparison with hints of grey and chrome in her scales. She possessed very bat-like wings with a claw protruding from each digit, and the membranes between were nearly translucent and yet, still shiny, and reflected many colors. Her body was sleek and blocky, but not other horns protruded from her scales. She had very long feet and hands that, though unknown to Abraham, were very close to that of human hands, while her feet resembled that of a normal dragon. From the tip of each grew great claws.

Letting out a small sing-song trill, Gwyn clambered over closer to Abraham. She grabbed strands of his mane in her able, clawed fingers and climbed up towards the colt's horn. She perched herself on the boy's crown and spread her wings, taking her right hand and placing it directly on the boy's forehead in front of his horns, the rest of her body curled around them. White flashes flashed in Abraham's vision and he closed his eyes tightly. Panic gripped his chest. She's going to kill me! His heart flailed, beating rapidly in his deep chest. The colt's breathing came out in quick gunfire. Pain ripped through his skull and lasted several seconds, but as it soon dwindled, Abraham began to open his eyes. The young prince was seeing the world differently, as he was looking down at himself. Jumping sideways Abraham blurted out and sputtered, "Are these your eyes!?" The colt sounded startled as he looked, through Gwyn, into his green eye. Closing his eyes again and opening them quickly, Abraham returned his own vision. Gwyneverre simple nodded and tweeted above him, a proud sort of sound, and shook her leathery wings. Abraham took a deep breath.

Their bond was solidified.