Lamiath was by no means a first time mother. But it had been a long while since she had clutched, so while the Queen spent her time after her flight allowing her chosen mate to dote on her(alright, slightly forcing him to, the poor boy), Keket spent the time watching her gold closely for signs of her becoming egg heavy. The Gold had had clutches where she seemed to explode overnight with eggs, and other's where she barely showed anything until she called Keket to the Sands, and was laying. And this was honestly her first clutch on her home sands, so to speak. Keket had transferred North right after graduatiing basically, and Lamiath's first round of babies happened in the North.
As mid-Autumn approached, Lamiath was indeed betraying her precious cargo, though. Keket could just manage to feel slight orbs inside her dragoness' bulk, though she wasn't visibly bursting either. Lamiath was an oddly thoughtful mother to her eggs, even as she demanded the absolute best for them. Days before laying, Lamiath would spend in the Sands, raking and shaping and preening the entire area for just the right spot to lay. And once chosen, that area had to be sifted, cleaned again and again. The sand had to be the exact right temperature, the exact right consistency for her digging. Honestly, Keket generally ended up apologizing for her demanding dragon, and giving little gifts and tips in marks to the workers that always ended up having to appease the Queen's extravagant demands.
And when the day..or night, she should say, came...Keket, my rider, my love... The woman had already practically been living on the Sands with her dragon, but she still spent a good amount of time in her own rooms. And as it was getting later in the evening, she had already tucked her gold in, and was getting ready for bed herself when Lamiath called her. Keket could hear it in her dragon's voice. The woman hurriedly threw her clothes back on, and sprinted for the Sands.
Upon arrival, she saw Lamiath stretched out, her wings half up, tail curled sideways as she rumbled, her eyes whirling various swirls of red and blue. Keket went to the gold's massive wedge shaped head, and cradled her jaws, ”You have this, love...This isn't your first. You know exactly what to do.” Keket had learned, Lamiath seemed to respond more to her voice than her thoughts in these times. As they had before, the woman stood, cradling her dragon's head as she did what she was born to do.
After the first couple came out, each successful shell awarded a loving croon from the gold. Keket started the song with a hum, before the words curled out in the steamy cavern. It was a sort of lullaby, something that Lamiath often requested when she was feeling down, and ever since the first time Lamiath laid eggs, the woman had sung it to her dragon during clutching.
Neither female really knew exactly how long it took, but they held their positions, Keket singing the same thing over and over until Lamiath gently pulled her head up, and turned around to nose the twelve shells closer together, painstakingly sculpting the sand around them to half bury them in the warmth. Once the gold settled around them protectively, she let out a deep sigh. Mother and shells stared at each other a few moments, then Keket came over and smiled at the clutch. She wasn't surprised that there were twelve. It was a good number, and the father was after all a young brown. ”They are perfect.” And she meant it.
Did you expect anything less from me? The woman chuckled and shook her head, ”Of course not. Are you going to tell Vojorokoth? I'm sure he's anxious.” Lamiath had kept the brown a bit at arm's length the last few days, probably because she was getting closer, and she had never wanted the male on the sands while she actually laid. With an affirmative though, she sent the call out to the brown specifically, Your children are laid, Vojorokoth. You may join me at your convenience...Bring a snack.