After eating and drinking their fill, the two hatchlings ran wildly around the Incubation Chamber several more times before finally burning off their excessive energy. On this autumn afternoon, the first pair of sisters born outside Tarlonnd in a million years cuddled together and slept in their temporary "nest," necks draped over each other, tails entwined, tiny claws clutching a blanket patterned with delicate orchids.
Several pieces of eggshell were pinned beneath their wings and tails—these were the "pillows" they had chosen for themselves. Clearly, dragon hatchlings were not much different from human children when it came to sleeping; their sleeping positions were equally uninhibited and wild.
Melita carefully kept watch beside the two hatchlings, reaching out to straighten the bedding and blankets they had made into a complete mess. These human-made fabrics had certainly not been prepared specifically for dragons, but the hatchlings clearly did not care. As long as the soft, warm things could be piled into a comfortable little nest, newborn hatchlings could sleep peacefully inside it.
"Have you thought about how to settle these two little ones afterward?" Gawain watched Melita's slightly awkward movements from the side and could not help asking. "Will you let them stay here?"
"I want to take them back to the embassy and keep them with Noreta and me," Melita said after thinking for a moment, gently shaking her head. "Since we adopted this dragon egg, Noreta and I should take responsibility for it. I already feel terribly sorry for leaving the egg here with you during the incubation stage—and they also need to learn how to grow up as 'dragons' alongside real dragons, otherwise..."
The blue dragon lady paused there, then looked at Gawain with an odd expression and smiled. "Otherwise, I just feel that if they stay here with