"I can't just leave the egg there to die, Felessan!" Jaxom cries out, running down to the Sands and skidding to a stop in front of the very small egg.
"Jaxom!" Felessan answers, running after his friend. "Let Lytol take care of it. F'lar'll know what to do."
"No, Fel, I can't, it-it needs me. To help it hatch. To help it be born. Like I needed help? So does this egg." With that, Jaxom pulls out his knife and starts hacking away at the thick shell, slowly exposing the membrane that he easily slices open and gasps as a small moss-green dragonet tumbles out and into his lap.
Hello, my name is Runth-
"Runth," Jaxom whispers, stroking the soft green skin. "My Runth."
And I am very hungry.