Laying in the nest were nine eggs, in colors ranging from deep red to light pink. Some sort of instinctive knowledge let Rose Quartz know that when the dragonets hatched, their scales would be the same color as the shell of their egg. Maternal instincts surged within her. She nuzzled the eggs affectionately, thinking about how the number nine was considered a sacred number in her culture, back when she was Prince Jasper. Surely, having nine progeny at once was a sign of good luck.
Rose Quartz’s dragon side was taking over. Returning to her former human life was far from her top priority now. She had to tend to her eggs until they hatched, then teach her offspring how to be good, self-sufficient dragons. Sure, she was a new dragon herself, but she could learn more about her new species in time for her children. More knowledge came to her, letting her know that the eggs would hatch in roughly two and a half months.
It was the middle of the night. In the morning, she would need to hunt and plan. But now, she would just do her job as expectant mother. Rose Quartz breathed a bit of fire on the eggs to warm them, then curled up around her clutch, purring happily. Her life as Prince Jasper was far away. All she was concerned about was being Rose Quartz, a dragoness with nine children on the way.