Reaper was hesitant to handle the wyrmlings. They were so delicate ans a misplaced tooth could be disastrous. So his fear of unnecessary hurting one, held him in his place. He should have helped with Gugol, but he would be apprehensive until they got a little stronger. So when Slygotha settled again, so did Razeth. He focused and eagerly awaited the next to hatch. "It would seem a little sibling rivalry is a motivator in their hatching. For they seem intent upon hatching close to eachother." He stated with humor. But looked to the two motionless eggs with trepidation.
Slygotha grinned widely, acknowledging the humor in his comment. " Indeed, what would youth be without rivalry to drive them to ever greater heights of conquest? Let's just hope they don't kill each other. I plan to teach them that family can be more useful alive than dead. After all, in an ever shrinking world, to be hermits can lead to their demise if they aren't careful."
One of the three moving eggs started rocking around violently, possibly ready to hatch any moment!
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