Iris looked around the giant roomy cavern and gasped. It glittered with what appeared to be shards of glass and shiny materials. “What is this?”
“Remnants of shells,” Jay helped her walk along the finely ground powdery material.
“It reminds me of beach sand but then there are big shards,” she looked around.
“We only have perhaps a hundred female dragons in all the thrall. They are so important to us. We need to protect them at all costs. They come here,” Jay waved his arm around, “to lay their eggs and breed during rituals such as this. Normally, in their regular throes of heat, they rarely get pregnant.”
“How long does it take for dragon eggs to hatch?”
“Ulzro’s mother was a dragon,” he smiled at Iris’s surprise. “He hatched here. We used to tell him he was actually mixed up and was
