Hermes

"500 for an egg? What a deal! Here you go, Crim! Happy trading!" The voice faded on the last words.
"Of course, ooof course," another voice sang.
There was a scratching sound and a slight murmur. The space turned and rotated before being settled down. As time passed, the space became dimmer and began to crack in some places.
'What is this? Where am I?' The hatchling wondered. Filled with curiosity, he encouraged one of the cracks to grow. With little effort, the shell broke.
Bundles of feathers, old rags, and strange colored stones greeted the new hatchling. He shook them off and examined his whereabouts.
He seemed to be sitting in a massive hoard filled with pointless trinkets. In front of him sat a purple-colored dragon who was tending to a long line of dragons. The purple dragon would show the first in line a paper with strange writing and picture on it. The first in line would either nod with a smile or frown and shake it's head.
To the hatchling's left sat a brown dragon with a sour expression and a broken horn. Dragons would come to his pile and take an object. The brown dragon would smile politely and send them off shortly after.
The hatchling stood on the unstable mass and wobbled his way down, slipping from time to time on mangled textile or some moldy leather. He was almost down when he stepped on a loose plank and rode the wild piece of board all the way down the pile.
He let out a high screech just before running into something.
"Oof! What the--?!"
The hatchling rubbed his head and looked up to find the brown dragon looking down at him, his glasses crocked on his nose.
"Oh...hello little fella. Where did you come from?" The brown dragon fixed his glasses and craned his neck to look about. His eyes settled on a the Light egg shells sitting on the purple dragon's pile. His jaw dropped.
"No..." His expression changed sour. "She is hoarding eggs now?"
The brown dragon sighed and looked down at the blue hatchling who stared right back at him.
"I'm sorry to find you like this...you poor thing. I'm Pinkerton and where you just came from is my sister's hoard," the brown dragon explained.
The hatchling continued to stare at Pinkerton. Pinkerton, slightly uncomfortable by the young mirror's gaze, scratched behind his own horns.
"Ah...you hungry?" Pinkerton asked as he reached for a box. He fished out a Duskrat and held it in front of the mirror. The mirror instantly perked up and wagged his tail in excitement. He quickly took it from Pinkerton and gobbled it up.
The hatchling headbutted Pinkerton and rubbed against him like a Skycat would.
Pinkerton blinked in shock as young only did this to clan members. He tried to push the mirror from him.
"Ooooh no. No no. Don't start that. I can't take care of you."
"Waaah!" The hatchling rumbled and continued to rub against him.
Pinkerson watched the mirror and heaved a sigh. He can't send this hatchling off alone. Maybe he can ask his friends? No, Swipp won't care for a mirror and Crim should never be around children.
"...Okay. Okay, fine. I'll...I'll adopt you, okay?"
The mirror smiled and headbutted Pinkerton again, causing him to loose his air.
"HOKAY! You'll need to stop that, too. Now...for a name."
The mirror stuck his head in the box Pinkerton found the Duskrat and hunted for any other critters. Pinkerton smiled to himself, you can't be angry at something so cute.
"What a little mischief maker you'll be," he predicted. He remembered hearing about a mischief god in human mythology and finally settled on a name for the mirror.
"I'll call you Hermes."