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It was her baby. It was something made from love.
“Our broodling is growing inside you. My heartsthread…”
Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth across her forehead in something between a tender kiss and a nuzzle. “I weave my word into a bond, my nyleea. Nothing in this world shall harm you or our broodling. You are the heart that beats outside my chest.”
You will hold our broodling in your arms, and you will smile, and it will be brighter than the stars, moons, and sun combined.”
Eggs. There were five of them, similar in size to watermelons—or to newborn human babies. Their textured bronze shells gleamed when the light touched them. If Ivy were to have imagined dragon eggs from a fantasy world, they would’ve looked something like these.
