"But I don't know anything about midwifery," Hythlodaeus groaned, "Well, nothing but the generic basics from Mentor Metis's reproduction lecture..."

"I wouldn't worry, Hyth, dragons are pretty good at managing their own pregnancies," Prometheus said, leaning over to pat his friend on the shoulder before straightening up again. He watched the yol hard at work, one hand resting on the small bump of his stomach. It was part of the glamour, and dragons didn't really 'show', unless they were carrying a huge clutch. Prometheus idly wondered how this pregnancy would go, considering it was a cross-species conception. Would it be a hybrid? Infertile and plagued with health deficiencies? Or would it be a seamless blending of two species who were entirely different yet also the same?

"Hmm..." Prometheus stowed those thoughts for later, "Where's Hyth gonna sleep? In the nest with us?"