Ramisha's eggs

It looked like any other day, the sky was dusted with occasional wisps of clouds against the light blue that seemed to suck you in with its expansiveness. The air was warm and the songs of birds could be heard rising up from the treetops below the cavern ledges. There was something different about today, however, Ramisha could feel it wrapping around her claws, making them tingle with anticipation. The feeling was eating her alive and she couldn’t help pacing the warm floor of the cavern she had been stuck in for the past couple of months. The cavern was the clan’s nesting cave, warmed by geothermal heat and had a natural hot spring in the back to help with mother and eggs.

Her six eggs lay nestled in her nest of sand, warm and safe. Clenching her jaw, she glances anxiously towards the entrance for the thousandth time that morning before pacing back to her eggs and wrapping herself around them. No, today was not like any other, she just knew it. Her instincts were screaming that something was about to happen. With a sigh she lays her head down and closes her eyes, doing her best to ignore the feeling hanging in the air.

Her peace did not last long as a sound echoes through the cave. Gasping she lifts her head and looks down at the six wiggling eggs, spiderweb cracks starting to form on their surfaces. It was finally the day! Humming to herself she watches them for some time before tearing her gaze away to look towards the entrance. Where was everyone else today?

“SHARDON! Get in here!” She yells, causing the eggs to briefly pause in their movements. “Whoops.” She mutters to herself and shifts her tail restlessly. Their father should be here, where was he?

Resuming her humming, she watches the cracks spread and she smiles proudly as a small white snout starts to push its way out of one of the eggs.

The baby cries out frustrated and confused as its first few attempts didn’t work to free it from its prison of shell.

“It’s ok little one, you can make it.” Ramisha hums and nudges the shell with her nose.

The scrabbling sounds become more persistent and with a final tap of a tiny hardened snout, shards crumble to the ground and a white head emerges triumphant, but tired, from the egg. With a huff the baby lays her head on the ground, not fully eager to continue the struggle quite yet.

Ramisha beams down at the small white baby with purple frills and a single purple gem on her forehead. “You have shown me the truth of what kind of day today is.” She hums happily and nudges the tired baby girl. “I will name you Truth then.” She chuckles and her baby chirps tiredly.

A shadow appears anxiously in the doorway. “What is… is it time?”

Ramisha looks up to see her dark mate, Shardon, running over to check on her and the eggs. “Yes dear, you have already missed some of it.”

“I’m sorry, I was held up, the council… oh, nevermind, I am here now!” He waves his hand dismissively and sits down beside Ramisha, beaming proudly down at the struggling eggs. “Oh, a little one has already seen her new world.”

“Her name is Truth.”

“Hello Truth.” He hums, joining his voice with their mother’s. “Welcome.”

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Gotta love the rusty writing skills. Anywho, this is, as you probably already guessed... is Truth's mother. Ramisha and her daughter Truth are from the dragon species known as Emendrai (c) Me. Her father is a mixed breed, I will probably do more on him later.

You can find a full image of Truth here: thewhitedragon181.deviantart.c…
Though her young appearance before she went through the change her species goes through known as Drai M'lindua is here: thewhitedragon181.deviantart.c…