Pyranir stares up at him, with big eyes. Then, Elasirae has a little hatchling coming at him for cuddles. This is followed by the second hatchling present.

That's so sad! says Pyranir, in a squeaky voice, attaching himself to Elasirae's nearest limb.

I'm so sorry! You can be a dragon here and we can find a way to get you magic! Yvae proclaims, from under a wing.

Even the adult dragons look sad; Procellor walks over and looks at him, pity clear on his face. His mate lowers her head, in sorrow.

"I am so sorry. Would it help if we didn't do anything magical in front of you?" Procellor offers.