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Agnathar smiled as he sat back and preened, stroking his brown goatee thoughtfully, much like a husband at his much loved wife who was near to birthing the little one. He'd managed to find a cave in the nexus, apart from the High School that the refugees of Kjan Liyr Eyrie had been using as a safe haven for the time being. It was a bit cold though, and he shivered in the cold of the cave. Smiling at the fact that they were in a place with electricity, he turned up the heater a few degrees. He'd placed another heater under the sands, where twelve opal-shelled eggs sat, and mentally congratulated himself on his excellent clutch-to-be.

On one hand, when the leaders' wait, now that he thought about it, he realized, in all the chaos, this might be the perfect time to let my little wonders out. With all the turmoil the Eyr had incurred, while trying to get everyone settled, they might be willing to forgive a man for his indiscretions, right?

He thought back over the last few weeks, and was glad that he'd found the little hidey-hole. He had a distinct feeling that someone else might know where he was, but he doubted they knew what he was up to. He'd cast a 'don't notice me' spell on the entire room, and was supremely pleased with himself.

Taking DNA from the dragons of the Eyr long before the castastrophic event hadn't been easy. On one hand, they'd not felt the needle that had been used, on the other, he'd had to find a way to get up and personal with dragons not his own. He'd managed to make himself well-liked, and to shield his mind against any intruders, and had actually managed to get a bit of DNA from the Eyrlass's dragoness, Dahliath, when she'd split a claw once.

However, now that he's had time to manipulate the ten or so strands, he'd found one that had mutated enough for his likings, and had infused twelve eggs with said strand. The eggs... well, he would never tell how he'd gotten them, and hopefully, no one would ask. That part... he still had moments where the fear he'd encountered came back to him.

Now, though, as he looked over his beautiful creations, he knew that he'd need to find a way to get these dragons out of here, as soon as possible. He'd also noticed one or two of the eggs being slightly larger and more opal-sheened than the rest. He didn't want to take a chance that the right bonder wouldn't be available... and who knew what his creations would come out as? He certainly didn't.

Being of the slightly dramatic sort, Agnathar began penning: