Dartwing's lucky streak continued for a few nights, allowing him to mate with Bluefire several times. Each time, she continued to think he was Spark. Perhaps, the two had shared a mate. A harem? It would explain a few things.
Meanwhile, the success was making him more daring, and he turned his attention to Spark. She would be more of a challenge but a worthwhile one. His ace in the hole, of course, was little Ember, though he could not take any credit. No, she had helped him out all on her own.
The dragonling had developed nightmares recently, often waking during the night in need of comfort. Dartwing thought it odd that one so young would experience such a thing, and he was not altogether unsympathetic to her distress. However, he could not help but notice that Spark was losing sleep whenever she had to get up to comfort her. It was an opportunity not to be missed.
So, one night, Dartwing was ready. When Ember began to whimper, he approached lightly and patted her gently the way he saw Spark do, making soothing noises. It felt awkward, but it did seem to be doing the trick. Spark had begun to stir, but as Ember quieted down, she settled back as well.
At last, Ember tucked her little nose under her wing and settled down with a quiet murmur. "A-An-ya."
Dartwing wondered who this Anya could be. Another dragoness, maybe? Oh well. That mystery could wait.
With the dragonling once more snoozing, he quickly moved to Spark and softly mounted her. The dragoness roused a bit, but her eyes remained closed. "Mm?"
Taking his cue from the other dragoness, he whispered, "it's me, Bluefire."
"B-Bluefire?" Spark frowned.