It was quite rudely dinnertime at Fort Weyr when Kouzevelth and Kainaesyth's clutch began to vibrate about, the dragons hummed and the hatchlings — hatched. All ten eggs did produce healthy dragons, though there's some side-eye given to a few as to how flightworthy or dragonlike they might actually be. The clutchparents, despite that, are proud.

Even if the makeup did come down to one brown, two blues and seven greens.

Nothing wrong with small dragons, right?