Hatching Days (title pending)

***** DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these dragons. The owner and creator of these dragons and this universe is Tui T. Sutherland. I am purposely avoiding other names other than the canon characters, but if you have any concerns, please edit them out or message me. Thank you. *****
==Passing Time==
==It has been seven years since the War of the Sandwing Succession ended, and all the dragonets have settled down. Clay eventually confessed to Peril, Glory admitted her love to Deathbringer, and Tsunami returned to Riptide. Eventually, their own dragonets were introduced to the world during their hatching day.==
==A Burning Passion (Peril):==
   Peril sat on a boulder, staring down at her dark orange eggs. Her tail draped off of the boulder, causing a patch of grass to curl and blacken as it silently burned, and her eerie blue eyes never left the nest. WHY weren't they hatching yet? Had she done something wrong? WHAT WAS THIS FEELING OF HOPE AND FEAR?!
Clay silently limped over, and tented a wing over her hunched shoulders, ignoring the slight burning sensation. She felt great big wings open in her heart as he did this. Peril nodded at him, then stood on the boulder, leaving a spot of burned moss that she decided to avoid. She opened her wings and flew into the air, making worried circles before calling down to Clay. "Are they hatching? They're supposed to hatch today!" She growled to herself. She hated this WAITING. WHY DID EGGS TAKE SO LONG TO HATCH? She wanted to scream into the clouds, but forced herself to look back down at Clay, who tilted his head up to face her, a grin slowly spreading across his snout. She swooped lower, eyeing the nest. One egg had a crack in it. She lashed her tail in excitement, and settled back onto the boulder, feeling the smooth stone beneath her talons. Cracks spread across the egg, and a small tapping sound came from inside. Clay ruffled his wings and hurried over, pacing around the nest. All at once, the egg exploded from the inside, and shards flew everywhere as Peril through a wing in front of her face, shaking the small flaming bits off her scales. The dragonet was beautiful. She was beautiful. It was a she. Peril knew. Her deep maroon scales glistened in the sunlight, and Clay whooped with joy before scopping her up and limping back to Peril to show her. His eyes sparkled, even more than when he was talking about food, as he proudly displayed their dragonet. Peril noticed her warm dark brown eyes, exactly like Clay's, and she noted her amber underscales, her curved grey claws, her twisting black horns. She inched away from her daughter, mesmerized and afraid to hurt her. Clay continued to hold her out towards Peril, cooing and whispering to her."Her wings are like your's." Clay said adoringly, as he gently set her down on the boulder. She promptly sat and stared wonderingly at the clouds and at Peril. Peril had never felt so much love towards a dragon she had just met. Maybe Clay, she reminded herself, inwardly skaing her head. Peril nodded towards Clay, who looked hopeful and excited, and he nodded back. Setting a vine on fire with a flick of her tail, she set the burning plant in front of the dragonet. The dragonet looked at it, them promptly bit it and played with the flaming vine until it died out. Peril, scared and breathless, reached out a trembling claw to her daughter, feeling her hot, dangerous scales brush against the dragonet's thin ones. 
And she didn't burn. Peril felt an immense amount of relief. She didn't burn. She could touch her daughter. SHE COULD TOUCH HER BABY DRAGONET!!!!! She threw herself into the air and twirled as Clay picked her back up. "Oh, little dragonet," Peril heard him say. "You are as beautiful and strong as the wings of fire,"
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