Resa’s weyr hadn’t been quiet for some time. The sounds of a newborn’s cry had filled the room on and off. The mewling, tiny creature was sleeping. She wouldn’t be for long. Resa had enough experience with babies to know that much. She finally fully understood a gold’s need to protect her eggs. She’d finally allowed her gold a glimpse of the infant in her arms. Lyraeth had delighted in the hatching, christening the tiny wthing “Small Mine” before the babe had been named by her parents.

Lyraeth had been quick to notice the differences between human infants and dragonets. The child was tiny! And so pink. And she was unable to communicate.

“It takes a while. People aren’t born ready to Impress like dragons.” Resa smiled. “I’ll need Z’haq’s help in naming her.”