Apathetick's Clan

Controlled chaos would be the best way to describe the current situation. Several nests are set up in the rear, incubating varying amounts of eggs. Hatchlings of nearly every breed either flew, tumbled, or crawled around, their wide eyes searching for their new home. An earthy-colored Spiral, an adult you note, draped in sage's clothing is twisting about the hatchery keeping hatchlings from injuring themselves or the nests. Their eyes briefly dart in your direction, noticing your presence.

"Igo! Guests!" The busied Spiral shouted over their shoulder, wrangling a stray hatchling away from a nest of three eggs.

A second dragon, a crimson and black Bogsneak who you can assume to be Igo, shuffled your way from... well you aren't quite sure where they came from, but they're here now. Their bold markings attract your gaze, their piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. They don't seem to be pleased with your presence, but address you nonetheless. "I assume you're here to take a look at the hatches, yes? Actually, don't answer, I don't really care."

Turning right around after the short "conversation", the Bogsneak starts in the direction of a group of excitable hatchlings. They turn around to look at you, seeing you sitting in place. "Well, are you going to follow, or just sit there?"

At the coaxing of the rather blunt Bogsneak, you follow them to a small area filled with hatchlings ranging in age. They all tumble happily around, some stopping to look at you before continuing to play. One very small hatchling, likely just born, latched itself onto the Bogsneak's long neck, and stares at you with wide, innocent eyes.

"If any of them catch your eye let us know and we can arrange for the adoption." The Bogsneak explains in a monotone, disinterested voice. They sound like they need a very long nap. "Or if you want to know when these nests," they gesture to the eggs in the back of the hatchery, "are hatched, we can do that too."

By: @scared

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