(Forgotten Unicorn male hatchling)
Sometimes, eggs grow cold, and the parents abandon them. Sometimes, magi think their eggs will never hatch, and forget about them. And sometimes, as autumn looms and the nights grow long a dark, a shadow passes by, a dark horn touches the shell, and the egg hatches anyway. The hatchling is always a unicorn - an adorable, energetic little unicorn with a red mane. It loves to play. At least in the morning.
(Kericalla male hatchling)
A trip to the Callisto Islands is always a treat, and this time you are staying with the family of a fellow magi. Like most islander families they tend to the needs of a family of kericalla bats, and on your first day you were gifted with an egg. Now it is ready to hatch, and you have prepared a small gourd for it, lining it with soft, fragrant grasses and a sprig of tiny orchid blooms. A sharp crack, a indignant squeal, and you find yourself peering down at a curious little bat. You hold out your hand to your new friend and smile as it claws its way onto your palm and spreads out its wings to dry. It cannot fly just yet, but you can already see the beginnings of brilliant orange markings on those impossibly delicate wings.
(Livian bat female hatchling)
If you had poured half as much time and attention into your studies as you have into cultivating a Livia fig tree in your greenhouse, you probably would have finished at the very top of your class. Today you are triumphant as you carefully place your tiny livian bat hatchling on a low branch and watch closely. The tree seems to shiver, leaves curling around your hatchling, and there is no trace of the sap that has given you more than a few nasty burns. Your hatchling begins to daintily nibble upon a small fig, and you flop back onto a nearby bench in relief. Once the tree is large enough to support more livian bats, you'll get your hatchling some new friends.