Daemon walked into the room that had the collection of eggs. Dragoneggs that the Dragonkeepers had managed to collect from the dragons that resided on the large island, it was not many considering that many of the dragons did not lay at all.

Daemon hadn't known what he was doing, wondering in here... he one day wished to get an egg for his child...

Daemon walked further in, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw there was a broke eggshell laying on the floor, he rushed over to it and looked around, there was no dragon to be seen though. He was questioning everything; he hadn't ever seen a dragon that hatched without it being given to one of the Targs. He knew it happened; it was just a shock.

Daemon moved across the room, in an attempt to find the small dragon that was nowhere to be seen.

One of the dragonkeepers came in, "Ahh, my prince."

"You were not going to inform me that you had a dragon hatch?" Daemon said with narrowed eyes in slight annoyance.

"Oh." They hadn't known, that's what Daemon figured. Daemon rolled his eyes before he moved away from where he was looking. He decided that it would be worth a shot to look in the rooms next to the hatchery since there were not many rooms that were closed up.

Daemon walked into the next room, and he heard a quiet chirp. He looked around and followed after the chirp and it slowly got louder as he moved to the back of the room, where he found it. The little dragon was stuck in a hole, helpless.

"What are you doing?" Daemon asked the little dragon in High Valyrian as he crouched down, picking up the little dragon gently as he knew that it wasn't old enough to blow fire at him yet. "Hello there."