Once the Storm Dragon hatched, the others were not far behind.
Before the tiny blue dragon could finish the first plate of fish, another egg cracked, and a magnificent white and silver dragon, with large leathery wings, burst free from its confinement and roared in annoyance at the lingering shell pieces on its body, as if that would make them move.
And to Karl's surprise, it did.
The little one was a wind element dragon of a species Karl did not recognize, and his breath contained the Fundamental Rule of Wind right from birth.
All he had to do was will it, and the wind would blow hard enough to scrub his soft scales clean.
The Matriarch picked him up out of the nest before his antics could disturb the others, and placed him on the table of dragon food, so that he could pick.
"Little one, I will be caring for you and this clutch. Choose your first meal, and we will record it as your favourite." She explained.
The Wind Dragon frowned, his brow scrunched in concentration.
