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As it had begun to snow upon the strange Ice Land sands at Lantessama, Ainea noticed that the eggs were trembling. Almost as though each and every one of the snowflakes that struck the ground rang a chord in the hatchlings within.

It had been so long since Ainea had attended a hatching! She knew that Ryslen would be her next stop again, to hopefully see her son pair up! But for now, the chill and beauty of this place had captured her eye and Adisath's wings took them there.

As the dragons began to spring from their eggs, Ainea noticed they had lovely fur accents - almost as though they were decorated with the same kind of trim she'd put on an outfit. Entranced, she watched as egg after egg disgorged its contents, and the colorful but icy or crystalized-looking dragonets chose their partners.

Many chose only to be accompanied somewhere. But some found a true heart to heart bond like Adisath's and Ainea's.

At last, though, after more than two hands of dragons had come and gone, a lovely crystal grey shaded male made his way toward Ainea. He gazed at her, almost forming a proper bond - it didn't feel as deep as Recognition, nor as deep as the bond between she and Adisath, but it was present and enjoyable.

She felt Adisath perk up in the back of her mind too, when he said,"You are taken already, but I feel my place is with you, and that you will not mind my extra company."

While the flight back to her icy den was quick, Nivoan took in everything he could. They emerged from the darkness of the Nexus into the blinding white snow of Abode's northern realms. Circling once over the area, Adisath let them down carefully.

This is our home most of the turn, but then we go south to our other home - there are many more dragons, some even from your birth home, there. She told the youngling.

While Ainea worked leather bits into supple clothing, Adisath taught the grey-colored fur bearing dragon how to first locate prey, then to fly, then to properly hunt from the sky. As time went on he quickly became adept at all.

He was mostly able to sneak up on prey - because he glimmered like the very sheets of frosty snow below his feet. And, it seemed, he never sank in very far. Was it the 'leg warmers' of fur that had grown around his legs? Or perhaps it was some form of Lantessaman dragon magic? He was after all from the Icy lands, and no one knew better than they how to manuver in the snow!

When Ainea, Adisath and Nivoan returned to Bald Mountain for their next celebration, it was odd because while everyone was happy she'd befriended another dragon, they were all eagerly awaiting the results of Ryslen's flurry - and their children's return!