Morning had risen, and with it, came the rain. Within the entrance of the lair, a few of the children had gathered with their mother. It seemed working on the gardens would just have to wait.

Wings shuffled as momma rested, keeping an eye upon her brood. A few bolder dragonlings had stuck their heads out of the lair, but only for a moment.

Pulling their heads back inside. Icillia and Aurthurious shook the water from themselves. Then settled beside their mother to wait for the rains to pass.