My darling eggs are in need of views. Clicks aren't needed, though appreciated.
Will this one hatch to rise with the sun, or greet the night.
The ardently and golden hue of this egg shimmers like a dream made tangible by the swift winds.
Something tells me that another female hides in this egg. *prepares freeze spell*
Another bouncing atrocity of an egg has found it's way into our creche. We shall vainly hope for this to be a female so that we don't have to have too many of these seemingly obese dragons floating around our den...
Soft whispers of dreams. Another is to come. Clouds obscure the moon and sun. Sleep sings in your ears. Now is time to dream.
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