Life, Birth
A new mostly black dragonling is born.
Dillion was meditating between the eggs for most of the day. Then it happened. One of the eggs began to hatch. A piece of the shell fell away and a tiny black dragon head fell into Dillion's lap. Suddenly there was a golden light surrounding both Dillion and the newly hatched dragonling. And time seemed to stop for those in camp. Once the light faded, time seemed to start again for those in the camp. Godfrey plays his horn as he approaches Dillion and Malaekliss. No one in the camp can hear the horn. There are words exchanged between the two men and Godfrey stalks out of camp.