"In all honesty I don't really know but it certainly can't hurt there is a far broader range of dragon types to choose from here and eventually one will hatch just for you. Whether it's a traditional colour or one of the others the only one who will know for certain is the Hatchling when he or she breaks shell."
Now that they finally reached Issormoth Lerina let Issmorth and Sunaia speak, interested in what her brown would have to say to her half sister and how Sunaia will react to him. Fortunately Lerina knew what Issormoth said to Sunaia otherwise she would have been confused as to why Sunaia became so former with the brown.
<Sir? yes, I do like that form of address. It is so very appropriate for a brown such as me,> Issormoth responded, looking mysterious. <Don't fret however about keeping me waiting, that responsibility I put on my girl's shoulders.>
"You could have got up and walked towards us if you were truly that impatient," Lerina responded in amusement. Turning to Sunaia she added, "There's no need for calling him 'Sir' or any of that. He's a brown, not a Lord Holder and he's never complained about being addressed simply as Issormoth."
>You take all the fun out of meeting new people,> Issormoth responded, letting Sunaia hear his thoughts as well.