It seems an age since Rhenesath chose yet another foreign dragon as her mate. Although her last clutch proved she is capable of carrying more than a mere handful of eggs in her dusky belly, the little brood sired by an Iernian bronze was more in keeping with her typical fare - three little eggs, lovingly nestled in the embrace of the Sands, and guarded over fiercely… until a recent dawn chorus of the dragon kind announced that the trio were about to enter the world. It was quick, three shells cracking almost simultaneously, and three new weyrling pairs now reside in the barracks. All blues, too, which Thys is said to be exceptionally pleased about. She has quite a soft spot for them, after all!