Family

As usual, Kruso was the last to awake. He stretched his delicate equine legs tiredly. "Where's Tiffalkin?"
"Oh, look who came out of the shade," Veyorri swatted him playfully with her tail-shield. The "shade" joke was started by Tiffalkin herself, making fun of the dragons' cold-bloodedness. "She's studying those books. Again."
"I wish you wouldn't be so critical of her." Mygie didn't even look up from breakfast- or, more appropriately, lunch. "She's studying about dragons after all."
"As long as this doesn't turn into some kind of bizarre breeding project," Kruso shuddered.
"Would that be so very terrible for you?" a voice called from the cave entrance. Mesconna settled gracefully to the ground, her stripes glittering in the wintry light. "You are the only boy; one might call it a harem more than a breeding project." She swished her tail and made a suggestive little growl, nuzzling Kruso affectionately on her way to Mygie. "Midge, I brought goat."
"Did someone mention food?" Cyrra floated aimlessly from the ceiling, rosy mane dangling upside down with the rest of her.
"Not until I've cooked it, I refuse to let us become animals," Mygie sniffed, snatching the dead thing away from her elder sister.
"Mes' seems far to eager for that," Kruso said bitterly. "Already talking about eggs, this early on."
"Not so early," someone said; Tiffalkin was leaning against a wall, her crimson locks tied in a practical braid against her back and her glasses cocked at a wonky angle. "Technically, you're fully mature as soon as your claws harden, and age after that is practically meaningless. First teeth, then wings, then claws, and finally when your scales are finished developing you're ready to-"
"What are those?" Mesconna curled around her stepmother curiously. "Did you bring eggs home?!"
Veyorri snorted, alarmed. "Weren't we just saying how young we all were? And already, you've got more!"
"That's the point," Tiffalkin clutched the two spheres defensively. "I didn't want you to go through that hassle so soon! That- and I was hoping one would be a boy."
"Well, let's see what you've got, then," Kruso peeked over the opposite shoulder as Mesconna. Nestled in Tiffalkin's arms were two softly glowing eggs. One shone with the silvery light of the snow outside, and the other was strangely schizophrenic- half was dark, like a blacklight, and the other side was like the sun.
"They're winter and sunrise," Tiffalkin explained, "Or, sunset, it really depends."
"On what?" Veyorri asked inquisitively.
"Well, sometimes on the outside influences, sometimes on the amount of light the egg gets- no one's really sure."
"Mysterious," Kruso murmured. Tiffalkin gave him a quiet smile.
"That's why I chose it."