In the days since Anakumath had risen for her Flight, the Barracks had been abuzz with talk of the upcoming clutch that would result (as well as with some gossip about who'd spent the Flight with whom), but Nisadee had mostly been listening as opposed to actively participating. She'd offer interest and noncommittal input here and there, but truth be told, she didn't have any speculations about it herself. Though the very traditional sorts might not approve of a brown catching a gold, or have doubts about what sort of clutch would produce, she saw no reason to fuss over it, but then, she was also not one who coveted a particular color. Dragons were dragons, and quite frankly, the ones she'd grown up with hadn't exactly been warm and fuzzy. Her father's green despised her, while her mother's blue was only slightly less harsh; the only one who'd ever been civil with her was her aunt's gold, but that hadn't translated to any biases for Nisadee. Dragons, like humans, all had their own personalities, and she'd not hold it against their respective colors.

And knowing her parents, well...there was a reason they'd attracted the dragons they had. While sometimes opposites attracted, they definitely had not when it came to Achlyth and Cyacittath. What sort of dragon she might attract - or if or when - she had no idea. Though it was certainly something she thought about, she'd never committed to a particular fantasy beyond dragon. Someone who might finally, genuinely care about her, and show it. They could hate or love everyone else, for all she cared, as long as they loved her.

Anadee stared down at her dinner of roasted wherry and scooted a sliver of fried tuber through the gravy as she listened idly to the talk of eggs further down the table.

Uta