Draiss grinned to himself as several of the newest hatchlings, the first batch of Night furies, tried to climb up on top of him, and sit on his shoulders and head, Evenatreationtraaough trying to get to the usual spot on his head. He wiped the grin off before Tysinni could see it, since most of the hatchlings couldn't breath fire, but it was a common mistake. One he would see corrected. He got all the hatchlings and very young dragons moving in the right direction, the ones older than that smart enough to realize it was story and lesson time. He got the dragons settled down, or as much as he could, before he started on the story, this time the story about Tiamat's version of the creation of the multiverse, to contrast last time's Bahamut's version of the same story.