Within the room sat 12 cushions, atop which rested 12 large eggs, each one with its own unique colouration and pattern. From simple base shades such as red and blue, to a more complex melody of colours that respresented the natural affinity of the beast the grew within.
Violet felt her throat hitch as she gazed upon these eggs, her mind awash with memories not belonging to her.
That ball of etherial memories granted to her by the ancient dragons pulsed in resonance with her emotions, long lost memories of those same ancient dragons gazing upon their children's eggs with love and affection.
Violet found herself lost in the memories for a moment as she slowly took in the beautiful eggs standing before her.
Luna too was observing the eggs with clear interest. Taking time to carefully view each egg in turn whilst using the barest flicker of her presence to better understand the beings that resided within them.
