(excerpt from hatching #3 at FRW)

     Suddenly two large eggs burst apart, showering the candidates with shell fragments and membrane, and there amongst the chaos surrounding their birth, two regal males crouched proudly. One, who later named himself Aumalaen, was a rich golden color, and his independence was clear in the way he proudly marched off the sands and found his way to Rath, leaving his sturdy silver brother, Anorien, to sort things out himself, for it was apparent at the start that neither of these two would bond. With a brassy bugle of a young male, Anorien bounded across the sands towards his brother, and the food waiting there, mind apparently made up in favor of a full stomach.

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Aumalaen has grown to adulthood and is now the Wingleader of the Spirit Wing, a wing made up entirely of riderless dragons.