“Please give me an egg of my own.”

Damon, hearing the quite straight forward words she’d said, went to work, as he gently caressed Dirpe’s waist, before placing a tight, though tender grip around it, before he reoriented her back around to face him, before he prepared to go further, a smile of an absurd wideness plastered across her face, but then, something interrupted them.

Crack!

A miniscule fragment of Dragon shell dropped to the floor, before it burst into flame, then more, piece after piece falling away, drawing everyone’s gaze to Ember, shocked and holding the egg in an endless inferno of somehow tender flame, as she held the egg softly, looking at Dovei as if she’d done something wrong, as she held the hatchling within the still somewhat connected shell.

Then, as Dovei stood from the pile of women, she walked over to Ember, simply grabbed her arm gently, before resettling them both on the ground, as she stared at the furious flames that were conducive to the egg’s hatching.

And Dirpe, slightly absorbed in Damon’s actions, sighed a bit, before huffily floating into the sky, as she whispered out to him, “Later then… I’ll get my own egg later…” As she lightly floated away, a chuckle left her lips, as she suddenly next to his ear, blowing a breath to tease him, before kissing his neck, and floating away to sit upon the ceiling to view the happening.

This left Damon to stand from his spot on the ground, as he slowly traipsed over to the crowd of his wives, hearing crack after crack of the egg from behind the wall of women, and the flurry of ashes being blown away, but then, as he slid softly past them, he saw the end result.

In the ever warm grasp of Ember, a tiny Dragonoid was looking around in awe, as Damon looked on in equal, if not greater awe, a sense of something he couldn’t quite place overcoming him, as he approached closer, bending down to one knee, to look at the face of his first child.

And just in time to interrupt that moment, a screen appeared before his eyes, drawing delighted laughter from the baby as they saw it.

As he saw the screen appear, and read the words upon it, he saw his surroundings slow to a complete stop, for all present, save for him and his first son, as he reached to grab him from Ember, as the tiny Dragon tried to flap its equally small wings to reach his hand, as it allowed a slight gliding to reach his hand.

His first son was a Dragon? An actual Dragon… “A tiny one, but that’s bound to change.” But in reality, since Damon was currently around fifteen or so feet tall, his sense of scale was off, as his newly born, first son was truly around the size of a Great Pyrenees, as his Dragon son simply began crawling around Damon’s form, stumbling about as he got used to walking, ignoring the facets of gravity, staying to his father’s form like he was glued to him, as he crawled all around, before resting upon Damon’s shoulder.

And as Damon looked at his son on his shoulder, he looked in front of himself, and was face to face with a purely golden engrained palace, decorated with countless skulls of Dragons which would have rivalled planets in their day, but now, Damon and his sone were the only Dragons within, that were alive, that is.

And that brought a bit of confusion to Damon, why wasn’t Dovei here? She’s a Dragon, she was a Dragon before him, even, but she wasn’t here? Was it from his status as the Primordial Demi-Dragon? He assumed so, but he couldn’t be sure, as he simply started touring the palace, ignoring the fact that time had been all but frozen without his input.

And then, another thought overcame his mind, a simple question really, one that he wasn’t sure he should answer on his own. Then again, Damon wasn’t known to be a great thinker…