Three eggs were left on the sands, and three boys and one girl watched it with a fierce intensity. They hatched exactly at the same time, if that was possible, one holding a vivid scarlet dragon, the exact replica of its father, another holding a gray, except like one of its sisters, it had yellow markings. The third, was a white blue, yet at closer inspection, the white seemed more...silvery.
The yellow/gray, lashing its tail like a whip against the sand, creating the sound which seemed so much like thunder, was soon jumped on by Bolt, who announced that his name of Ferioroth, -and that, they'd have to think up an appropriate nickname!- the scarlet dragon seemed more easy going, and instead jumped on his rider, the young Fireweaver, and and announced that he, Fuburroth was his.
The last, the silver blue seemed more calm with his desicion, meeting his rider half way. Looking up at Ice's calm eyes, he seemed to smile that draconic smile, before announcing himself to be 'Fevorith'.
(Written by Naeodin of the Nexus)
Icemoth watched his two friends with amusement. Bolt was being annoying as usual, and his dragon Ferioroth was..... much too hyper for Ice's peace of mind. Fire and Fuburroth were almost as hyper.
::They need to learn calm, don't they.:: His own Fevorith commented calmly.
"Yes they do."
It was amazing, really, adults at last...
And, unfortunately, able to take to the skies.
Icemoth just shook his head at the wild stunts that Bolt and his dragon were pulling off, with Fire and his not far behind them.