"Thanks," Athelle said to Eli, and then hurried into the room with the dragons. 

Eventually, her name was called. "Athelle Vestoria," the Elf boomed. She rose and walked to the eggs, making sure to touch each one. The instant she put her hand on the black egg that looked as though it were made of obsidian, the top of the shell shattered and out came her dragon, shining black and glittering and purring in her hand. "Fells Nángoröth," Athelle murmured, gently stroking the dragon as she took a seat next to Eli and his stunning purple-and-black dragon. "Nice job," she said to him quietly.
[@Chronos Hybrid][@Azure Flame]
Translation: Blasted Mountains