Not Ready To Be a Father

"I was at the Oasis and the dreamfish there began to get into a frenzy. Something below the surface... shifted, or cracked, I guess?" Ronin frowned as he tried to find the right words. "And these eggs floated up. Well... eggshells, mostly. Sugar's was the only one still intact. She hatched a few minutes later." As he spoke he affectionately ran a finger along the dragon's nose, and she chirruped softly in response. As for what he fed her... Ronin shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Scraps of dried meat and a little of whatever I'm eating. She's getting big enough to explore and hunt herself now, though. She keeps the guildhall free of mice." He chuckled, crouching down and offering his hand out for Mia to sniff. "Cats do eat meat, yes, once they are old enough. I wonder what this little one survived on before you found her. And I promise, Sam. My dragon will not eat her." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving