As Tyrannia moved to check on Nazara she felt a terrible pain in her stomach. Guided by her dragon instincts she made her way into her nest then began to push. The eggs come out slowly the pain intertwined with relief as each egg made its way out of her body. When she was done eighteen eggs laid in her nest against her as she cleaned them.
Tyrannia grinned as she cleaned her eggs happy to have laid such a large clutch as it would allow to build the large and perfect family she has always dreamed of having. She imagines the world full of her offspring ruling over it all with a watchful eye.
She wonders to herself how Nazara would feel at having so many siblings. Would she be happier when they hatched? Would she be jealous of them? Or perhaps she’d still be angry at having been turned into an infant and want nothing to do with them?