Another hatchling – how exciting. The sound of Aphra's voice was what drew the canine over, a small grin on his face as he observed the new child. Dario? Well, that was certainly an... interesting name. He didn't comment on it, though, not wanting to make Aphra upset. Instead, he focused solely on Dario, and what she looked like, particularly in comparison to Oleander. Less slimey, that was for sure. Egg goop still clung to her young form, as was standard for a newborn, but it seemed she took more after Aphra, rather than the father of the hatchlings. Aphra would certainly be glad about that, he supposed. He was just glad for the variety – made watching their development much more pleasant. It would be boring to watch three identical hatchlings grow — even if they were dragons.

As he sat down near the doorway, Arvid cleared his throat before speaking, a smile on his muzzle, "She's certainly an interesting one... not as slimey as Oleander. Guess she got most of dad's genes, and this one takes more after you, Aphra." He then waved his tail in Dario's direction, tone warm and calm as he greeted, "Hey, Dario. Welcome to the world – I'm Arvid." He knew there was no chance of the dragonet actually remembering or understanding his introduction. Still, it felt right to do so.