Glorybringer, Cleril, Ripnami, Starspeaker, Moonbli, Turtlejou, Blicket, Sunwillow, Lunatail....

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== Chapter 1: Glorybringer, Glory's PoV ==
Tap-tap-tap. A crack splintered through one of the black-and-rainbow-striped eggs. A tiny, rainbow snout poked out, followed by a head, neck, arms, body, legs, and finally, a tail. Glory gasped. She's beautiful, she thought. Her attention returned to the nest as another dragonet wriggled out of the egg, this one with scattered black scales on the undersides of his wings. "Twins," Glory whispered in shock. And there's still another egg, she thought.
Glory pulled the dragonets close. "What should I name you?" she murmured. Hmm, she thought. "Oh! I know!" she cried. "Delight," she said softly. "And Rainbringer."
A black dragon entered the hatchery. “An egg hatched?” he asked. "Two already?"
“Twins," Glory corrected. "Not that you were there to care for it and watch over them,” she teased.
“Hey, I was busy helping the NightWings!” Deathbringer protested.
“And you missed out on naming them,” Glory added with a smirk.
“Ha! I can still change your mind,” Deathbringer said. “How about Deathbringer Jr. and–”
Glory tackled him. “Don’t even go there,” she warned.
The NightWing laughed. “Then what do you propose, Your Majesty?” he teased as she released him.
“Delight,” she replied, pointing to the female dragonet. “Rainbringer,” she added, pointing to the male one.
“Hmm, not bad,” Deathbringer said. “But how about Delightbringer and Rainbringer–”
Once again, the RainWing hurtled into him and knocked him over, this time sitting on him. “Nope,” she said firmly. “We are not naming them both after you.”
Deathbringer grinned. “Oh, so you admit you named Rainbringer after me?” he said.
Glory blushed, squashing the pink that was rippling through her scales. “No,” she protested. “And you’re asking for it.” She set Delight, who seemed to have just discovered her tongue, on the Nightwing's snout. The dragonet slobbered all over his snout, licking him with her forked tongue.
“Ugh!” Deathbringer cried, but he was giggling.
“There,” Glory said, satisfied. "Now that you are sufficiently humbled, come help me set up their room." She picked up her daughter, and Deathbringer grabbed the other twin. They lifted off from the hatchery, then flew the short distance to the queen's tree house. Grandeur, a former queen and Glory's great-great-something grandmother, was listening to the line of dragons outside of the tree house.
"You're back," the older RainWing said. "And - oh!" She broke off as she noticed the dragonets. Glory grinned at her, then flew into the tree house without a word. Grandeur turned back to address the other dragons.
"Let's hurry up and get started already," Deathbringer said, humming a tune as he gathered a pile of leaves. With a jolt of annoyance, Glory realized she recognized it. Oh, the dragonets are coming, they're coming to save the day... It was an old bar song from the war and seemed to be a favorite of Deathbringer's.
"Oh, shut up," Glory said, pouncing on his tail and pinning it to the ground. Clouds of flamingo pink and bright orange rolled through her scales briefly before she replaced them with a muted purple.
"Hey!" Deathbringer cried, laughing. He started singing out loud. "Oh, the dragonets-"
Glory wrapped her talons around his snout and forced his mouth closed. "No more singing for you," she told him. Her tongue flicked in and out. "You're not the one with the venom here." He knows I won't use it, she thought. But it was still a good threat.
“You mean magical death spit?” Deathbringer countered as she started to sweep leaves into a pile with her front talons. He broke down in laughter.
How did he know about that? Glory wondered. Sunny said it. Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter, she thought as she set Delight down on her pile of leaves, leaped across the room, and shut his mouth again. Keeping her talons wrapped around his snout, she said, “You know I will tie you to a tree and use you as target practice,” she threatened. “And the mangoes seem to be extra sticky recently.”
Deathbringer nodded. He did know. The last time he had gone too far, she had roped him to a thick tree and practiced aiming fruit at him until he had sincerely apologized.
But when she let go of his snout, he sang, “Oh, the dragonets are coming! They’re com–”
Glory seized his snout in her talons and began to drag him by it. “Target practice time,” she said.
== Chapter 2: Cleril, Peril's PoV ==
Peril laughed as Cloud chased after Slosh. The four-month-old dragonet and one-month-old dragonet were best friends, even after only getting to know each other for a few weeks. Their older sister, the seven-month-old Crane, sat off to the side next to Peril. Like her mother, Crane had firescales, so she couldn’t play with the others.
Clay walked out of their cave and into the light of the muddy swamp. “Hi, Crane, Peril,” he greeted them.
Peril blushed. “Hi, Clay,” she said.
“Father,” Crane whispered.
Just then, Slosh tripped, and Cloud crashed into him and promptly fell over on top of her brother. The one-month-old dragonet twisted his head around to see what, or who was on top of him. Cloud scrambled to get off of her brother and fell backward into the mud, her pale orange scales getting coated with warm brown like her father’s. At the same time, Slosh managed to stand up and tilted his light brown snout toward the sun.
Cloud righted herself and flapped her wings, half-hopping, half-flying over to her parents. She reached for Peril, and the adult SkyWing pulled back. “No, don’t touch Mommy,” Peril reminded her daughter. The small dragonet turned to Clay instead. He scooped her up in his arms and wrapped his wings around her. He twined tails with Crane, letting go after a few seconds. The scales and flesh on his tail started to burn where they had touched Crane’s firescales, but after a moment, the burning faded and new scales grew over the burns.
Slosh waddled over to them and wedged himself in between his dad and sister. "Hey!" Cloud cried. She wriggled away from the two of them and stamped her back left talon on the ground. "Not fair!" she said. "I want Daddy alone!"
"Let's try to compromise," Clay told her gently.
"No wanna compromise!" Cloud protested.
"You even know what com-pro-mise means?" Crane asked.
"Yeah," Cloud answered. "O' course I's do."
"Really?" Crane challenged.
Cloud burst into tears. "Mommy!" she wailed. "Crane being mean to me! She is mean! Mommy make her stop!"
Peril sighed. “Crane,” she began. “Please don’t pick a fight with your younger sister.”
“I know, I know,” Crane muttered. “I never get to have any fun. I don’t even get to play with freakin’ anyone. And all a’cause of my stupid firescales.”
Peril looked hard at her daughter. “Crane,” she repeated firmly. “Don’t feel like your firescales are something bad about you. They’re not.” Off to the side, Clay nodded his agreement, and Peril offered the MudWing a shy smile. “For years, I thought my firescales were horrible, and once even tried to get them taken away,” Peril continued. She remembered her father, Chameleon, offering her an enchanted necklace to take away her firescales. It had turned out to also be enchanted to make her loyal to Queen Scarlet and forget completely about Clay. After she had taken it off, realizing what it was doing, she realized that her firescales weren’t what had made her a “natural killer” earlier – it was Queen Scarlet that did that, and the self that let herself become that way. She had never hated her firescales after that. “But then I realized that my firescales aren’t bad. They’re a part of me, and that’s special. Just like you.”
Crane grinned at her mother, then peeked up at the sky. The sun had disappeared behind thick grey clouds, and a drizzle was beginning to fall. The water sizzled as it hit Peril and Crane’s scales.
Peril noticed Slosh and Cloud were beginning to shiver. She stuck one talon into a pool of mud until steam was rising off it. Crane did the same with another mud pool, and Clay nudged the two younger dragonets into the mud. They sank into it happily, and when the pools began to cool down, the two firescales dragons sank a talon each into the mud again, far enough away from the two little dragons that Cloud and Slosh wouldn’t get burned. The two dragonets giggled and twisted, having fun, as the rain fell harder and harder until finally it let up and stopped completely.
“Okay, naptime,” Clay said. Her eyelids drooping, Cloud murmured a sleepy protest but let Clay carry her and Slosh into the cave. Peril and Crane followed, sitting in a corner.
“Idea, idea!” Crane whispered. “I’m thinking of an animal ... try an’ guess it!”
== Chapter 3: Moonbli, Moonwatcher's PoV ==
Moonwatcher looked nervously at the large, black egg with faint sand-yellow stripes running through it. According to her instinct, it would hatch in seven days. She had seen from her mother’s memory that her egg had only turned silver on the night it hatched. She had been laid and hatched under two full moons and gifted with mind-reading and prophecy abilities. The egg had been laid under two full moons and was supposed to hatch under them, too, but she didn’t know if the dragonet inside would have powers. After all, its father was a SandWing.
“Moon!” Qibli called. Winter, an IceWing and Qibli’s best friend – though the two argued a lot – stood next to him. “We’re going to find Turtle and Kinkajou. They’re somewhere around here, and so is Umber, for some reason. Do you think you can find him? We think it’s time to get what’s left of the Jade Winglet back together.” The Jade Winglet was their school group from when they were dragonets. Luckily, the school was currently only on a break, and Moon hoped to send her dragonets there when they got older.
“Sure,” Moon said. “Why’s Umber in the rainforest? Is Sora with him?” The two MudWings were almost always in the Mud Kingdom with their other siblings, Reed and Pheasant, working for Queen Moorhen, or otherwise wherever Clay, the first hatched of their group of siblings, was. She had never seen them in the rainforest.
“I don’t know,” Qibli answered. “And I assume she is. They’re often together, aren’t they?” Moon nodded, listening to the quiet hum radiating from their minds. They each had a piece of Skyfire, a rock that blocks mind reading, so she couldn’t hear what they were thinking. She missed hearing Qibli’s racing thoughts, Kinkajou’s happy ones, and even Winter’s glaringly bright and sometimes painful mind.
As Qibli and Winter disappeared in search of Kinkajou and Turtle, Moon headed in a direction she knew led to a river with mud all along the edges, listening for thoughts the whole time.
After a few minutes, she had almost reached the river. She heard a few splashing noises, the muffled sound of dragon talk, and dragon thoughts. The rainforest is amazing! she heard enthusiastically from one dragon’s mind.
This is nice, another mind whispered. Memories of battles flashed to the front of the dragon’s mind, but she imagined mud pouring over them, a ritual Moon knew well.
“Sora! Umber!” the NightWing cried. “You’re here!” She burst into the clearing to find Umber rolling around in the muddy banks, and Sora sitting more quietly beside him.
“Hi, Moon!” Umber replied. He grinned at her, and Sora gave Moon a small smile.
“Qibli and Winter want to get the Jade Winglet back together,” Moon explained to Umber. “Do you want to come?” she asked Sora.
“All right,” the MudWing murmured. The siblings stood up and followed Moon, lifting off into the air behind her and soaring over the treetops for a minute or two. The NightWing saw the moonlit clearing with the sand-and-coal-colored egg in the middle of it and landed with Sora and Umber on her heels.
Qibli and Winter were already back, with Turtle and Kinkajou - and someone else. Turtle cradled a tiny, blue, rainbow-striped dragonet in his arms.
"Who's that?" Umber asked the two immediately.
"Tamarin!" Kinkajou cried excitedly. "She's blind, like my friend." The tiny hybrid opened her filmy blue eyes, yawned, and shut them again. Moments later, she was snoring. Moon giggled.
"MOON!!!" Kinkajou shouted. She barreled into the NightWing, sending the two tumbling through the grass.
"Kinkajou," Moon said, laughing. She got up, and gently set the slightly smaller dragon down.
The RainWing's scales flashed from yellow to pink, and back to yellow. At nine and a half years old, she still acted like a young dragonet, which amused Moon very much.   
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