Water Fire Air and Earth

Marell - Water - standing at Akelara

Fante - Fire - standing at Akelara

Eunoë - Air - standing at Akelara

Weronika - Earth - standing at Akelara

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The foursome stood together, but they knew in their hearts it would only be one or perhaps two of them to find a dragon bond just now. With the strength of will to emerge from their shells finally overtaking the shell's hardness, the group of orbs broke open one by one and began to show colorful hatchlings. A couple of them were having trouble emerging, helped by their siblings and then two continued to discuss something privately - or maybe they were just resting.

Oh, ignore those two, Weronika! Weronika found herself confronted with a deep green dragoness with bright blue wings, a Summer Day in all her proud glory. A few paces behind her sat the shattered remains of her shell. A Night and a Dawn together have endless useless things to talk about. Romantics, all of them.

"There's nothing wrong with being a romantic, Khadena." Weronika chided the dragoness before her. "Besides, you don't know what they're talking about, so let's not make snap judgments, okay?"

Khadena snorted, flipped her wings closed tightly, then began nudging her bondmate off the sands and towards the food. If you say so.

The new pair drifted away from the hatching area, past Weronika's companions.

I like the looks of them, they are your sisters, now they are mine.

"Sisters for battle, yes," Weronika commented gently, "Will you be up to fighting soon?"

The little (little?) dragonet fiercely clawed at the bowl of cut meats that the hatching dragons needed to gain their strength, made a high-pitched rowr sound, and caused Weronika to burst out laughing with joy.

Later, as the rest of the hatching went on and others cleaned up, the other three came to admire Khadena. "She's so beautiful," Fante said, her skin is like your sword, emerald bright."

The slumbering dragonet twitched her tail, but did not rise, as her bond broadly smiled.

"We'll be here for a while, so we'll help you with her if you need it," Eunoë whispered, trying not to wake the green colored creature. Weronika, had she been anyone else, would have turned down the offer in arrogance. But she knew that they would all need help and all work together. That's how they lived. It was the only way they knew.

It was not too long after Weronika and Khadena bonded, that another batch of hatchings was about to erupt in the place. It was a good thing they decided to all remain, and all go to the sands when the hatching was announced!

"Hey, Eunoë!" Fante pointed behind her sister, "Looks like you've got a friend."

As Eunoë turned, the blue-gray hatchling sprung up from her crouch and leapt through the air, landing neatly in the girl's arms, a wriggling bundle of sleek hide, delicate wings, and an extra-ticklish mane (as Eunoë discovered as the dragoness shoved her face into Eunoë's to give the girl a good lick).

::I've licked, you're mine now.:: The dragoness giggled as her bond sneezed from her mane tickling the girl's nose. ::I'm Zalera, by the way, and you're my bond for ever and ever!::

Eunoë smiled so broadly, her friends wondered whether she'd ever stop. There was nothing more to it than this: they were bonded, thoroughly, and now Weronika would have a true companion in the dragon dens! Neither of the other two bonded, but they were fine with that - the experiences of the others would help them know just what to do, later.