After the two young dragons had eaten and drunk their fill, they tore around the Hatching Room several more times, finally burning off their overly boundless energy. On this autumn afternoon, the first sisters in a million years to be born on land outside Talronde huddled together and fell asleep in their temporary "little nest," necks resting on necks, tails twined around tails, their tiny sharp claws gripping the blanket patterned with little blue orchids.
A few pieces of eggshell were pressed under their wings and tails—these were the "pillows" they had picked out for themselves. Clearly, dragon hatchlings and human babies aren't all that different when it comes to sleep; their sleeping postures are just as wildly unrestrained.
