Three figures on a mountain ledge gathered around a nearly hatching egg. A mother, father and son, about to welcome the newest member of their family.
"Soon," breathed the father, all attention focused on the egg.
"Any moment now," seconded the mother.
There was silence then, except for the crack of the egg and an involuntary gasp from the mother as her new son emerged.
"Is he alright?" whispered the youngest of three figures, the new older brother.
"He's fine," crooned the proud mother.
"Just fine," agreed the father, tail swishing in pride.
"Why does he look so dumb, so out of it?" the new brother asked again.
His mother tsked. "He's just a baby, he's just hatched, be nice." She moved to nose away the broken pieces of egg that still clung to the dazed dragonet, to help him clean himself off.
"He's fine," his father repeated, enraptured by his new son. "You looked the same, not so long ago. It's just a little shell-shock."