Morgana looked around, trying to ensure she was alone. She carried an egg in her arms, and walked out into the woods, where she saw another girl who must have been about her age, with long, blond hair. She moved to hide the egg, but the other grinned.

"You wouldn't dare deny Dragonborn the opportunity to see a dragon born, would you?"

"Dragonborn?" Morgana raised a lofty eyebrow. She'd wanted to be alone lately because in the castle, she was being treated like some sort of disease.

"Dragonborn am I indeed."

Morgana continued to conceal the egg, this time not as much from the girl, Dragonborn, but from any who might have followed the other girl. If the other girl was as comfortable with magic as she seemed, which was troublesome enough in its own right, then the thought was equally troubling that the other girl might have been tailed. But then, she did give off the air of someone who would move undetected unless she wanted to be noticed, and then, out of a thousand not one would miss her when she wanted to be seen. Morgana liked her already, but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself. After all, they'd barely met.

They were both Dragons, though, weren't they, Dragonborn and Morgana Pendragon. It was ironic that they should meet in this secret sense, but Morgana was more concerned about the egg in her arms than the intricacies of semantics.

"Well, don't get us noticed, Dragonborn, let us move into greater veil of nature."

Morgana led the other girl to a clearing deeper into the forest. The other girl was rather chatty, it seemed: "I'm forgetting my manners, my name is Daenerys. These woods seem dark, and yet lightened with something. Thank you for allowing me to accompany you. A birth like this is something I am privileged to watch."

Morgana didn't introduce herself, but smiled at her companion. "What interest would one such as you have in creatures of magic, outlawed in these lands?"

"Milady," she replied, "I never said I was from these lands, did I?"

For the first time, Morgana considered the idea that Daenerys might not be from Camelot. She assumed most people she met were, but perhaps that was a mistake. In any case, she was intrigued by this girl, who had as much as said she wasn't native to Camelot, loved dragons, and was being friendly with her, something she suspected was rather uncharacteristic of her newfound companion.

"Are you traveling, then?" she asked.

"I am. Are you from here?"

It was wonderful to meet someone who did not know who she was. Milady this, Miss that, she'd had enough. She cracked a smile. "Indeed. But I'm afraid here can be rather unpleasant to wielders of magic."

If Morgana hadn't had excellent hearing, she would have missed the mutter: "I'd love you to wield your magic with me."

She didn't respond verbally, but raised her eyebrows. The other girl blushed, but made no attempt to take back her words.

Morgana's voice turned to a flirtatious drawl. "Milady, what might I do to reach your precious heart?"

As they flirted, the egg began to crack. Everything had been setup, so Morgana wasn't concerned with the egg. But it did hatch. And a baby dragon came out.

"It seems we are with child, Dragonborn."