Dovahjoor
The dragon soared over the wreaked carriage, she swooped lower and smiled in satisfaction, there was indeed some chest, and chests meant treasure. Qomaviing landed, scattering a few Falmer who had probably come out to investigate. "Yol." she intoned, and a fireball engulfed the interloping elf. The she dragon looked at the only unopened chest, there was an Argonian female draped over it, she had four Falmer arrows in her unarmored back, this did not interest the dragon and the corpse was removed. Qomaviing wondered what could possibly be inside, Gold, Jewels, enchanted trinkets? But she put these thoughts aside and focused on the lock, she stared at the lock, blocking out all other senses until she saw the tumblers inside the impedeing devise, she moved the first one experimentaly, then she saw that she had it in place, she looked past the tumbler to the next one. She positioned the remainder of the impeding tumblers and her excitement grew, she knew that this chest must have something valuable, not the simple cloth like the others, but gold, or jewels, maybe spell tomes? She lifted the lid and found none of these things, but something even more valuable. Eggs, not any kind of eggs but Argonian eggs, she thought of her own eggs back at her lair, she knew these eggs like her own were near hatching, and her maternal instincts demanded that she defend them. She sighed closing the lid of the chest, then she grabbed the box and took to the sky soaring in the direction of her lair, Qomaviing the Lightning Winged Matron had no idea that she had adopted the only two Dovahjoor to ever live, nor that she would help themalong their path.
The eggs hatched and Qomaviing was pleased, her four children, her two blood children, and her two adopted Argonian fledglings. All her children would need meat, as all were reptiles and did not require milk. She had hunted a deer just for the occasion, and pushed it to the chicks. She then said "Dov Maat…Argo!" and her form changed, from fearsome winged hunter to simple Argonian woman, she walked to the back of her cave to her bookshelf. She had read quite a lot about how to care for her hatchlings, she had quite a large selection dedicated to how to care for Argonian newborns as the lizard folk had the most similar breeding process. She took down a copy of "Caring for Your Child: Argonians" and began to read, she discovered that her adoptive children needed to feed ten times a day during their first two weeks of life as they would double in size almost four times during this time, she laughed softly under her breath, Argonians were more similar to dragons than she had first realized, her chicks would indeed be able to keep up with their adoptive siblings in both size and apitite, she then shouted herself back into her natural form. She returned a few hours later with two horses dangling from her jaws and more in her taloned grip. She landed and tore one of the beasts in half, and threw the back end to her chicks, and returned to her reading
She was not expecting the father of her chicks to pay her lair a visit the next day. Alduin should not have come, he was not welcome, not after having almost stepped on one of her eggs. "Ama Druga Alduin, What are you doing here Alduin! You are not welcome here." she roared at the surprised dragon god.
"You have some parasites in the nest, my love, you were never one for a messy lair, but letting two mortals into your nest? Shameful you were always so…uh!" he completed his last sentence after being hit with a large boulder.
"Dor Kiin Alduin! They are my children Alduin, they may not be dragons but they are mine." she gathered her children under her and prepared to fight, but Alduin was no fool, he knew better than to pick a fight with this one, especially after last time.
"Very well Qomaviing, you may keep the whelps, but you will regret it! They will never master the Thu'um, they are not Dovah, nor are they even Dovahkiin!" Alduin roared."We shall see, Alduin."