Having such a close relationship with my own dragon, Dragula, and having read countless books and old texts about these majestical creatures I can really relate to my capricious, energetic, and loving granddaughter, Saphira. You see, she’s part dragon. Now Dragula has never manifested into his mortal form, although I know he has one. He feels like he has no use for it, for he’s accepted in his true form as in all his glory. Not all dragons feel that way however.
While most seem to cling to a solitary life, in truth they seek companionship just like any other creature. Oftentimes, they develop real human connections, which turn romantic. That’s how Saphira came to be. Her mother, a mortal, fell in love with what she believed was a wonderful man. For years, they lived together and he would travel a lot but would return often. Then when she became pregnant, he had no choice to tell her his secret. The pregnancy was not unlike a mortal’s pregnancy with the exception of the birth. What Saphira’s mother delivered was a leathery sac that formed into a dragon’s egg shortly after. It is as if there are two gestational periods for dragonkin. After the first, the second takes only a short few months at which time the egg hatches and what seems to be a mortal baby is delivered. How they grow and develop from there has varied differently from type to type in my experience.