Heiress of Titania
Charge of Prettyboy
Mate: Creamcake

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"It's hatching!" cried SirFuzzyboots, jumping up and down for joy and making the ground nearest the nest shudder beneath his weight.

"Be still!" Titania hushed him as the vibrations jostled their nest, rattling their egg against the stone sides. She flapped her wings in agitation, but was unable to be really angry when she felt the same happiness he did. Their egg, the egg that contained their first hatchling, was covered in a network of thin, spidery cracks. The magical aura that kept it aloft and out of danger had dissipated that morning, bringing the egg down to rest in the soft green grass as the baby dragon inside began to force its way out.

"I wonder if it will be a girl or a boy," SirFuzzyboots mused, crouching by the edge of the nest and staring at the egg like it held the greatest secret ever told.

"Would you mind, if it were a girl?" Titania asked. Oberon had always wanted boys, and had never shown interest in female hatchlings.

SirFuzzyboots paused for a moment, thinking. "It will be yours," he said at last, "and mine too. And it will smell like us an our lair. It will smell like friend."

"Indeed," Titania replied, tilting her head to one side in interest. "Being male or female won't effect that."

"Then I don't see why I should mind it being a girl," he concluded, nosing at the egg fondly. "I don't see why anyone should mind."

"Nor do I, my love," Tatania laughed, swooping over to land on his back and cuddle into his soft fur.

There was a soft crack noise, and a new fissure, wider than the others, formed in the egg's shell, running from bottom to top.

"It's hatching!" SirFuzzyboots repeated, practically vibrating with glee.

Tatania leaned in, peering through the rose colored fur at the top of her mate's head to observe the egg. It quivered. It shook. Tiny flakes popped off. Then, with one last great shudder, the top half of the egg was pushed off from the bottom half, balanced on the head of a tiny purple Fae.

"It's a girl!" Tatania cried, looking fondly down at her little heiress. The hatchling was colored royal purple, with pink Arcane eyes and the same rose colored wings as both her parents. She shook her head, dislodging the top half of her shell, and chittered merrily up at Tatania and SirFuzzyboots in a high little voice.

"She's beautiful," SirFuzzyboots sighed, leaning his nose into the nest and nuzzling the little one, who shrieked happily. "What should we name her? Something pretty."

"Something noble," Tatinia continued, observing her color critically. "Something to reflect the greatness that resides within her."

She took off from her mate's shoulders, circled the nest once, then came to rest beside her daughter, all to a cacophony of delighted screeches.

"Morgana." She declared at last.

Morgana chittered once, which seemed to indicated she approved.

"Hello Morgana!" SirFuzzyboots cooed, tail lashing excitedly. "Now, what would-"

He never got to finish the thought. Before he could go on there was an almighty crash, a crunching of leaves and branches beneath great feet. The ground shuddered, the greets shook, and what seemed to be a hundred birds took off from their nests in fright. Titania whirled around, placing herself between her hatchling and the noise. As they watched the trees at the edge of the nesting grounds swayed, wavered, and bent, parting to admit the creature that had been approaching . . .

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