The family's last son was a slight reflection of his father.
From the waist down, he had a slender serpent-like body with a tail tipped in feathery plumage.
His upper body was small, devoid of any real musculature or sharp protruding spikes. Those grow in for most dragon children at around the nine-month range.
The claws on his hands and the horns on his head were almost blunt. His body was covered in scales, but they'd yet to fully harden into an armor-like state and as of now felt like cartilage.
Their son was a deep, boiling red color, almost like Bashenga.
In the center of it's small chest, it had a sharp mouth that remained closed even as it cried.
The child's muzzle was a different color from the rest of his body. Almost resembling a golden beak.
Abaddon watched the girls pass him around in the room.
The child did not seem uncomfortable or unadjusted with any of the changes. Rather, he took his time getting to know each new person that held him.
