After years of expansion, war and entrenchment, Thereanthor felt secure.
Secure enough to consider her future.
It had been seventy years after her first entry into this world. Despite her victory over the undying Pit fiend, she was pushing ‘ancient’ already and had to accept that she would not live forever.
Children were to be her immortality.
Seeking out a suitable mate, she found one in the nearest continent to hers. He was inferior to her but acceptable.
Her first clutch, just over thirty years ago contained four eggs.
Precious, blue sheened, dragon eggs.