She happened to be visiting Avengaea, at the time, had set up a performance in the middle of the open courtyard (the acoustics were marvelous, she'd made a note to visit again on another circuit), and had put on a stunning, glowing display. Perhaps a little too glowing... but then, she wasn't paying attention to her body, not when everyone was cheering and clapping and appreciating her operatic skills!

Afterwards, it seemed a given that people should come to congratulate her, to praise and compliment her. She loved the attention, and usually loved to get it back, but tonight she was feeling unusually haughty, proud...

A shimmery white, strappy young dragon, a few feet shorter then her, all but flounced up to her. ~Oh hunny!~ he exclaimed, his voice dripping with pride, and a dash of fan-boy glee, ~You were beautiful up there!~

Nightwish, one to soak up attention like mad, tonight, turned her attention on him. ~You really think so?~ said she, her dark hide giving off a light of its own in the warm evening.

~Oh, I've never heard anything so... so... oh!~ He raised a paw and let it drop limply above the ground. His eyes were whirling with delight.

~Mm, really?~ Nightwish all but purred.

~Really, darling--oh!~ Wizeeth found himself watching her hind end as she whirled, her long tail slapping him lightly before trailing behind her.

She paused a few meters away, and cast a look over her shoulder. ~Well?~ asked she, her head tilted coquettishly.

Wizeeth was not a womanizer in any sense of the word. In fact, there was more then one bet riding on him making the first move on another male! But tonight... well, love was most certainly in the air. Or maybe Pyralis, the Fire Lord, passionate as he was, happened to near and abouts. Whatever it was, the copper-dusted male took a moment of staring at the dark female before finally saying, ~Oh! Hunny!~ Surprised, feeling something a mixture between confusion and pure delight, the little Wyld took action, bounding after the Moirean female.

The flight was short, but surprisingly satisfying. Nightwish, thinking little of it the next day--save to send for Wizeeth and thank him for the wonderful evening, left soon after.

She hadn't expected to become pregnant at all, let alone find herself ready to clutch, a few months after the fact! Once she was certain that she really was going to have offspring (and she was so excited that she could barely dictate for the note she wanted written,) she informed the Wyld immediately.

Arrangements were made, she settled into a public bay... and held a special, secretive meeting with a certain Cyborware Masters. ~Don't let Wizeeth know~ Nightwish asked, half-wrapped around the quartet of still-soft eggs.

"Of course not," the Master replied, kneeling and running her hands lightly over the leathery orbs. "But you realize that there could be some dangers involved in the process, right?"

~I'm certain that it can't be as dangerous as some of the more invasive techniques I've heard you've used. Really, all I'm hoping for is that they grow with the children.~

The Master got to her feet, rubbed her hands off on her vibrant robes. "This is true. Of course, I'll do them myself."

~Thank you, Madame,~ Nightwish purred, lowering her head. ~You're doing me a wonderful favor.~

But as the assistants came to cart away the eggs, Nightwish shifted enough to reveal one last, soft shell. Perhaps it was motherly instincts kicking in, but she felt the urge to protect something, and this last, secret egg would have to be it.