Wings of Fury 2

The discussion of gender largely concluded, Zaya sat by the fire carving up some cuts of meat. She decided she should probably get some interaction in with the hatchlings before too long - particularly the little purple one. On some level, knowing more about dragons made her more nervous about the whole thing - driven to get everything just right, whatever that would even mean. She had one of her books open beside her, casually studying an entry on infant dragons as-

Zaya's hand shot out, instinctively, and grabbed an unfortunate little purple dragon that had decided that maybe a book was actually food. She held the squirming child up carefully, a confused look on her face as her brain caught up.

["Sneaky little bastard, aren't you?"] she said with a smile, shifting them into a more comfortable holding position than "sack of potatoes". ["Come on, that's not food. Got a whole deer right here. You'll like it better."]

Zaya spent the next while speaking softly to the dragon and feeding them hastily-cut scraps of raw venison. She'd need to name this dragon soon. But that part was... hard. Still the easiest part of dragon parenthood. After a while, she looked up to Comète and Brom. "Seems like you two are. Taking well to this?"