How they were found
Dune is part of the Drifters. A snapper excivator in search of loot to return to the clan, she tugged on her shirt as she leaned on her shovel, Rye was with her, a pearlcatcher male, he was a bodyguard type and sat under a stone fiddling with his tiny pearl he had strung around his neck.
Returning to digging a gleam in the sand is revealed
“Finally, your instinct did find something”
Rye beamed, brushing his grey hair from his face and came over helping scoop sand away with his talons
They froze
Eggs. Two crimson eggs lay there, in the volcanic sands, they were still warm to the touch and were unlike any they’ve ever seen.
Dune picked one up, her fingers traced the ridges and she sat crosslegged with Rye
“What do you suppose they are”
“Eggs”
“No you dense fool, I mean dragon wise, like are they guardian eggs, or maybe imperial?”
“No way we are on the edge of fire an lightnin territories, them are water and light breeds”
They freeze again, the sound of a gentle scraping is heard before one hatchling spills into Dune’s hands, copper scales gleaming as the two adults lay eyes on this shocking breed. The other egg rattles angrily before a hole is punched through, a small eye glares out before it breaks free in a spill of blues.
“I aint seen nothin like this” Rye cackles scooping the second one up
“Honestly thrilling, lets take em home, Damascus or Rikke can help”
