::For the past few weeks, Aurthur had wondered on what he could possibly get his mate for her hatching day, and for a long while he came up empty. He didn't want to give her some useless bauble that was meaningless......He had given her so much jewelry already that had she wore all of it at once, it would be difficult for her to move.......

Then the idea struck him like lightning. What was it that his mate enjoyed more than anything in the world" He grinned as he left the lair to fetch his mate's gift. It took him almost a week, but he had done it in time, and it was perfect. He hung the four gifts upside down from trees, and carefully painted one word on each; "To My Beloved Mate."

What on earth could the four gifts be? Why, four large bull wyvern, of course! He left clues all over the place so that his mate would find them, and he stood there in that clearing, waiting for her to arrive.::

::He grinned as his mate entered the clearing, and he approached her and kissed her deeply.:: "Happy hatching day, my beloved. These are for you......" ::He had a few cuts, but nothing major. He chuckled softly.:: "Its amazing how mindless wyverns get when they think a dragon is wounded......These four came right to me."