More and more time was spent at the lair. Momma and Aurthur taking turns watching over and feeding the golden twins.

Storm had taken up guard duty once more, leaving Tiamatus time to visit his kin.

Even The young ones helped out, playing with their newest siblings, and making them feel at home.

Ocassionally a jingle sounded as Tempest wandered the halls of the lair, peeking in on their company. Many whom had stayed long after the family gathering had passed.

It was a time for family.