This is an excerpt from later in the book, meant to be a teaser...
Keena laid a hand on the smaller egg. She had always felt drawn to this one, for some reason. She felt the smooth, warm texture of the shell. The golden and brown marbled surface shone faintly in the evening light. She smiled for no reason.
Suddenly the egg jerked, and Keena yanked her hand back, startled. The egg rocked back and forth violently on the blankets. Thin cracks covered it like spider webs, and Keena knelt in front of it with growing excitement. With a crack, part of the egg broke open, and a small, gold colored head emerged. The dragon squeaked and rolled around, kicking away the rest of the shell and flopping down on the blankets. It's thin, leathery wings flapped weakly, dripping wet.
Keena stared in awe at the hatchling, the little dragon didn't even reach to Keena's knee, but from her awkward proportions Keena could tell she had a lot of growing to do. Still, she was beautiful; her muted gold scales glinted softly in the light as she stretched and yawned, revealing a mouthful of needle sharp, gleaming white teeth. It struggled to stand. After a minute, it succeeded. It studied Keena critically.
Keena knelt down and reached out to touch her, slowly, so as not to scare her. She didn't know why, but she was sure it was a female, The scales were still damp under her fingers, soft and smooth as Keena ran a hand over the little one's neck. The little dragon growled in contentment, pushing Keena's hand for more. Keena grinned and continued to scratch the ridge above the dragon's eye. "You're beautiful." She whispered. The hatchling clambered into her lap with about as much grace as a newborn foal, tiny claws digging into the material of Keena's trousers, but not the skin. She flared her wings for balance and reared up, placing her forelegs on Keena's shoulders and sniffing her hair curiously. Keena smiled at her. "I wonder what your name is." The hatchling tilted her head, listening. She looked at Keena, right in the eye, and Keena gasped. The dragon ring on her finger turned ice cold, and she felt a faint sensation in the back of her mind, almost like the feeling she got when the link between her and Kenric was open. But this was different; she felt raw emotions, rather than words. Curiosity mostly, and hunger.
Are you trying to talk to me? She asked the little one, reaching out for her mind like she did to talk to Kenric. She felt a rush of power, pouring into her mind as the connection between her and the hatchling grew stronger, becoming a permanent bond. For a moment Keena was overwhelmed with the flood, unable to think of anything else. It faded slowly, and Keena sat there, eyes wide, studying the dragon. She sat perfectly still in her lap, looking happily back at her. She felt the satisfaction in the little one's mind. Mara. She said simply.
Okay, what did you think? This is going to be a novel that I hope to have published soon. PLEASE review! That's the only reason I posted anything on this site!