First chapter is out! Enjoy!

Cloud just stared at him for the longest moment, waiting for his inevitably confused reply. She distracted herself by staringat his dark, dark teal scales splotched with violet patches. His wing membrane was splattered with thick specks of silver, some glooped together in a way that reminded her of the ink bodges that always ended up on her scrolls.

"But.. Cloud... we had planned our lives together.." He protested, a frown she had never seen on his features before now etched onto his face.

"I'm sorry.. I-" Cloud broke off, a single year tracing its way down the shallow lines between her orange scales. She took a shaky breath, and opened her mouth to continue - but Galaxy beat her to it.

"We have eggs. E.G.G.S." He emphasised the letters the second time, obviously trying not to show is disappointment.

"It's for them that I'm doing this." She replied, her voice barely a whisper as she continues, "My eldest sister, Queen Hawk, found out about who this 'mysterious NightWing trader' I meet with to 'discuss trades' really is. She stole the eggs while I slept and- and she threatened them, told me she wouldn't allow her favourite sister to contaminate the bloodline further. That unless I stopped seeing you, the eggs would be left to ... die." She finished, and her voice broke. "I never meant for her to know: for this to happen. I'm so sorry, Galaxy."

"I.." He trailed off, "I understand."

"Really?" Cloud managed to raise her head so their gazes met. His purple eyes showed no emotion.

"I am sure." He nodded, "But... I'll wait for you hear, wait to see your wings line the horizon." Cloud struggled to stop the tears that threatened to erupt from her eyes, and she ran forward to embrace him.

"Thank you, Galaxy, Thank you." She said, voice muffled. Galaxy smiled softly as she buried her snout into the wreaths of teal silk that wrapped around his neck, yet he stayed silent.

"YOU WANT TO DO WHAT ?!" Sahara yelled, angered roar sending clusters of birds into the air. Her black eyes were narrowed, and her barb flickered back and forth in rythm with her tongue.

"I wish to take one of the eggs back with me, to my kingdom." Icestorm replied, icy cold voice wavering slightly. Sahara had that effect on dragons sometimes. Her eyes conveyed no emotion, as her forked tongue continued to flicker in and out, in and out. A disturbing thought entered her mind and her eyes narrowed even more, "You're not just taking the egg to get out of child support?"

"Well, yes, but I also want to raise one of my dragonets."Sahara watched as he gestured at the twin silver eggs, adorned with golden patches.

"Mhm." She replied, arching an elegant brow.

"I do! Please, Sahara, you laid two anyway!" Icestorm's cold manner broke, and he was practically begging.

"Fine." Sahara said after a long moment, "But I want you to write and tell me everything about them." Her barbed tail stilled.

"Thank you, thank you!" He exclaimed and ran forward to pick up an egg.

"'Welcome." She replied, wondering if this was a good idea.

Mango watched her eggs, all three of them, with a motherly look in her eyes. The largest was an emerald green, marked with patches of lime. The middle was a pale white, adorned with ice-like blue flecks. The smallest, personally her favourite, was a pale turquoise, flecked with pinks and whites. She yelped as the later tumbled over, away from the clutch, and towards the ocean. Before she had time to move, High-Tide had ran forward to pluck the egg from the sand and he soon returned it to the blankets where they were meant to stay.

"Thank you High-Tide, honey." She sighed with relief, and ran forward to envelop her husband in a hug.

Your welcome. He signed, talons moving with such speed and grace.

"How did I get so lucky..?" She hummed.

I hope you enjoyed!

~ Fizz

{ Wilde- that was an authors note. I was too excited to wait so I published the note and THEN had to go, and haven't had the chance to continue with this writing until the last hour. I've worked so hard on this.. so I don't even know why you bother reading my stories, you only ever report them. }