They barely had enough time to wander back into the Dragon's Throat before the egg was stirring like mad. Being welcome in this desert place, they were safely escorted over the magical bridge by someone on the other side. Abraham's frantic calls had alerted a patroller to their presence, he was sure. He needed to get to the oasis before the egg hatched. He needed his siblings to witness what this glorious beauty was. Reginald had not been at Gwyneverre's hatching, only a stranger, but now the monochrome titan yearned for his wombmate to stand at his side.

Settled in at the oasis, Abraham waited. Gwyneverre carried the egg down to rest on the desert grasses, and she trilled with delight and moved around constantly, scuttling along around the egg. Delight, in bright and vibrant colors, flashes along the bond that was forming slowly as the cracks in the egg grew wider and wider. Abraham danced impatiently, tail flicking and ears pressing down into his neck. "C'mon, darling, c'moooon," he whispered, moving around in tight circles, staring down at the twitching egg. He could feel his pull towards the creature inside growing, burning in his mind and heart and melding to his already existing bond with Gwyneverre. It amazed the young colt the ability for two bonds to coexist with each other, but he welcomed the blessing and show of his strength and power with a glorious, burning smile.

After what seemed like ages the sun was beginning to dip low on the horizon, and Gwyn peeled back a piece of the egg shell. A tiny chirp from inside rang out, and Abraham caught his breath between his teeth. Peering forward, he urged Gwyn to peel off more of the shell. Obediently, with claws shaking from the excitement, Gwyneverre peeled away the egg until the babe crawled out. Bright, expressive eyes looked up at Abraham. They were a bright, reptilian green, and held wisdom far beyond the years of its small body. The scales that covered the beast were the most beautiful gold, as if she were dipped in the color of his father's eyes. The dimming light of the evening could not hide her raging beauty. The young dragon stretched her wings and yawned, looking over to the white. Gwyneverre clicked and motioned towards Abraham, nodding her larger head in encouragement. The golden tilted her head to the side some, but did as she was pressed to do so.