Jade

Walking to the next hatchling, Comatose looked down into the nest and smiled one big happy dragon smile, peering into the goopy shells that lie cracked all around her, surprised and welcoming that after a hard time he got what he wanted, another Tundra like himself, Judas hovered over the egg as had her two sons and one daughter. Sweetgrass remained at her daughter's side while Comatose sat beside his own reaching his paw down and picked up the baby that wore a part of her shell for a hat that fell off with one mighty flame-filled sneeze, and held her close to him. Looking down upon her crimson eyes that stuck out beyond the darkened Jade coat and muddy sand like mane and wings Comatose had never been more proud.

"I think you should call her Sandy." Said Throdio from a nearing perch hanging his tail as Weaver made her way over to the the second hatchling just as Judas reached for the baby with her tail snatching her from her father that reached out to try and get her back watching Judas hand off the baby to weaver who looked at her with slight ignorance, her lips curled watching this one that was not of her own blood yet there was something amiss about her at the same time--Weaver turned her sights onto all the dragons in her lair coming upon a realization that it was not only getting quite packed but that in some way her mate had stood ALONE. Looking back to the mother Fae, her adopted daughter with her own baby weaver gave a sigh and handed the baby Tundra back to Comatose, though it was not easy for now she decided to let him have it.

"BUT NO MORE BABIES AFTER THIS ONE!" Weaver hissed. "It's getting TOO crowded in here." She then snorted leaving her mate flying upward to her own perch and settled there. Looking down at his new daughter watching her yawn preparing to sleep, pulling his mane upon her body for warmth, Comatose decided he would call her Jade.