When I thought all was fine, all was normal, when I thought my love could finally rest, I was wrong. Of course, I didn't see the mare approaching, I was too busy bumbling over my new child, a little colt. He was the color of golden honey, his eyes a strange dual twist. An ocean of blue, like Delinne's, and a sea of red with a swirling pit of black. A bump on his brow signified his species, and that he would one day yield a powerful weapon. He looked muscular, despite being so young, and he had long, lanky legs that were the shade of night. His hair was of the finest black, divinely dipped in a bloodied red. I smiled, listening as Delinne welcomed the little one, calling him Azarel. I smiled, tilting my head towards her. "A beautiful name, my love." My words were a fluent, soft honey, my heart beaming as I stood, towering over my newest offspring. I admired the white flames upon the boy's shoulder as they glowed in the light of the moon.

And then, she came.

A dragoness, towering far above us. Her body was also draped in a shining gold, her scales shimmering under the night sky. I craned my neck, trying to show no fear. There had been a few dragons back in my homeland, ones much larger than even her. They could easily tower over the tops of mountains, and cause earthquakes when the walked, burn entire lands when they spat their ferocious fires. This dragoness, in a thundering tone, boomed down at us, clearly not pleased with this little scene. I glanced at Delinne and Azarel before speaking to the she-dragon. "Well, we were going to seek a home within the Edge, but Delinne, my mate, she went into labor. And those fiends, they attacked. This other mare, she helped fight off the creatures. I apologize for any trouble we may have caused." I bowed my head apologetically, raising it, hope in my eyes.

I worried deep inside, I worried this dragon may decide to take a nice chunk out of me or Delinne, or Azarel. I briefly glanced down at the talons of the beast, watching as the knead, (more like tore) the soil. I kept my ground, hiding my fear behind a thick gold veil. I glanced back at Delinne and Azarel once again before letting my red pools drag to the mare who fought off the beings of darkness.

"Azzaron being pissed off."

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