A year later, the youngest dragonness' egg started to show the telltale fissures. All in due time. The rest of the family gathered around it, impatient and elated. Ignis the father, Pyrona the mother and Pyrite the older sister. Well, soon older sister. Pyrite had been a human, a male no less, called Karltin yet she had adapted to her new life incredibly well. Between a life that was much better than her last and the mind of a baby dragon slowly absorbing the human one, all had retreated into oblivion. Good memories as a dragon, and fun and sweet experiences, made short work of the older human ones. Pyrona was a good mother and knew what she was doing. Indeed her adoptive daughter had nothing to regret. She made sure of it. And the second egg was cracking at last, Pyrona was certain she would achieve the same regarding her new daughter. Her father would spoil her too. She and her mate had decided to call their newest precious jewel Tourmaline. It would be perfect, just like her. She'd soon frolic around outside, happily playing with her older sister. Ignis had already been teaching their oldest daughter magic and Pyrona music and hunting. Pyrite illustrated herself well in these, notably in magic. Best of all, convinced her parents loved her to no end, Pyrite showed no hint of jealousy towards her newest sibling. Quite the contrary, which was utterly adorable. As a little snout timidly poked though the shell, all dragons waited with bated breath. And in time, a full head made its appearance, the forelimbs and upper body splitting the too-small egg. Wrapped in shredded amniotic fluid and other sorts of fluids, the new baby dragoness looked around, blinking, then yawned and sneezed. Adorable. She showed tiny sharp teeth whose whiteness gleamed. All three dragons around her cooed at her and watched her, enthralled. With the utmost care, Pyrona liked and washed Tourmaline, purring softly. The hatchling relaxed at once, at ease and sensing the love and protection on the spot. she then settled for a good sleep against the warm side of her mother, Ignis taking the remnants of the eggshell outside. Pyrite merely watched the hatchling, entranced. Both parents were proud and elated. Their little family was getting bigger and they could not be happier.