Deiodeltra

''Mierra, come at once, a child with blessed by the Stormcatcher has been born!'' The panting tundra beckoned her with wide blue eyes as he landed on her balcony. ''You mean a primal, Reckon?'' She turned her head with to face him, a primal had never before been born to their clan. Reckon nodded wordlessly, still exhausted from the flight from the hatchery. Leaving at once to go see the rumoured hatchling Mierra's mind was racing - a primal born of a common blacksmith and a lesser noblewoman, this outcome was most unexpected.

Crowded around the hatchery's entrance were a few familiar faces: a bewildered and blushing Laevia, presumably just wanting to catch a glimpse of the rare event, with Cairo beside her, holding a sack a gold up to the guards' faces and shaking it suggestively, beside them was the brightly dressed Kaesar, Mierra could only assume the designer wanted inspiration for her latest project, her jewellery chimed as she waved her arms around at the guards. Head held high, Mierra landed with a hefty thud, catching the attention of the bystanders. Cairo promptly put her gold away and Kaesar's loud clattering jewellery went silent as both stood to the sides. The guards allowed Mierra and Reckon into the cool, dry room, illuminated with flashes of powerful electricity.

There in the central nest, a deep bronze skydancer was holding the child who's eyes were closed in a peaceful slumber; by their side, a rough looking yellow spiral was coiled proudly atop one of the copper coils. ''Greetings, you must be Celestia, and Ermon.'' Mierra recalled their names, her words breaking the silence like the first unexpected clash of thunder in a storm, making them jump. Promptly, the two bowed their heads, ''Yes, my Queen. You're here to see Deltra then.'' Celestia said, shifting her arms around to best present the hatchling, ''Deiora.'' Ermon corrected her with a nudge and Celestia sighed, ''We're still deciding on a name.''

Mierra's chuckles were cut short when the unnamed hatchling opened her eyes, they surged with the power of the Stormcatcher. Blue and searing hot, the chaotic tendrils of electricity sprawled out from her gaze and caught her mother's hands, causing her to let go with a yelp. Reacting quickly, Reckon darted to catch the child just in time. ''Perhaps it would be best if we cared for her, until she's safe to be around others.'' Reckon proposed calmly, watching as Ermon worriedly tied his scarf around Celestia's hands. Though hesitant to leave their newborn in the hands of another dragon, they obliged, trusting their queen and the young Deiodeltra was taken away to the Lightning Palace, for the safety of her parents and the herself.