Tassera carried it for a full three years and six months, finally giving birth to a dragon egg through gritted teeth.
It was an oval dragon egg, lying quietly in the center of the sandpit, with a diameter nearly as long as an adult's arm, the length being twice its diameter. The eggshell had a hard stone-like texture, covered with lightning patterns that shimmered with a strange luster.
"Is there more, is there more? Only one? Shouldn't there normally be a clutch? A clutch of two to five eggs. Mother gave birth to two eggs at once, hatching me and my brother," Salovis peeked out from behind Leon, speaking without a filter, "Did you eat the other eggs?"
Tassera narrowed her eyes dangerously, staring dead at Salovis. If she wasn't already accustomed to that brainless behavior, she wouldn't mind unleashing a plasma breath, and said, "Just one, I only nurtured one dragon egg, concentration is essence."
