Story (some from hatching by Trix)
She'd been at this Lantessama place a little while, long enough to get the gist of the place, that it was quite magical and fun, in different ways than her home dimension or even of Twoarth. The trees here responded to her touch readily, that was one thing she liked.
The day arrived that a whisper turned to an excited cheer, the eggs were hatching! She was still close enough to the sands that it was clear Henrietta was the first of the few candidates there. Her crane-like palisman swished into staff form, and they circled only once before dropping to the sands as others gathered to watch. Why wait standing around, she figured, and put a simple chair on the ground with magic. Everyone else was chatting and guessing what colors would come from the shells, though a few people gave that slightly-haunted look that some humanoids did whenever the student was smiling... Of course she recognized that look, but she wasn't really hungry, she was just toothy.
The other two candidates arrived in their own time, and after that first initial visual hint that the eggs were hatching, nothing much had happened. Someone in the abruptly-brought kiosks and stands decided to start playing music! It went oddly well with the designs that had been painted upon the eggs and dropped onto the sands around them, Henrietta recognized that while the designs weren't precisely magic, there was a bit of whimsy and energy to the dancing that the mother's rider did around them. But shortly after the fiddler started a tune, those eggs definitely lit up with their own motion.
A dark yellow dragonet hatched first, and went to the boy Maiki, and everyone waited for the next.
That next was a rich violet purple dragonet, a female - lively and bright like the fiddler song going right then. She was starting to make happy trumpets and humming along with the tune when she came up to Henrietta and butted her broad head against the student.
Move over, I want to rest here so I can keep listening! The dragonet insisted.
Henrietta agreed, "just give me a minute," and transformed the single chair she'd been leaning on, into more a sofa, but added a bit more comfort than mere wood: cushions and plush covers.
Salviaverticulith is happy, the dragon bespoke, but was asleep by the time the next egg hatched. Henrietta stroked the gorgeous dragon's neck, she could still hear the music even asleep.

The third and final dragon was brown, and went to the other candidate, and prompted quite a bit of cheering that awoke the purple. Eventually everyone was dancing or singing, eating and laughing. It would be a long night, people had to grab help from dragons to fly them back to their homes. Henrietta and her new bond would remain for a few weeks - getting the dragon strong enough to move back to Twoarth, learning basics of the anatomy and needs of any dragon. They would get there when they got there!
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After hitching a ride back to Twoarth, their studies would continue, and since Salvia was not a particularly large dragon, she attended classes with her bond dutifully if not always exactly interested. But the Plant Magic class, oh she loved that! And had a very fun time challenging students in the Hedge Maze, where it was clear she could have gotten a good grade as a student herself. How many ways were there to cross an area? Well, answer that with another question: why would you want to cross it when you could enjoy the journey?

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By the time Henrietta was a Senior, Salvi was nearly grown to her full size, but was easily able to remain on the campus what with the dorms fit for riders. She was confident in the air, mostly as long as she had some kind of music to listen to, to keep her wing beats at the right pace. Though Henrietta wasn't exactly the most musical of kids, but there were so many types of music available, she did some trading with crafted (not summoned or temporary-magiced up) items for a DanceManiac, and a special harness for the dragon's head so she could listen to whatever she liked. It wasn't easy to get the little device tuned because of her paws, but that was what Henrietta - or even Rotor - was for!
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"We probably have room for another stall here," the local wizard waved his hand toward the cobblestone-and-grass area, "when you have your stall up, we'll want to make sure that it's up to code."
Henrietta wasn't surprised they had code for magically created artisan stalls, after she'd seen what happens when someone didn't construct one right, and it nearly ate visitors back in the Demon Realm... For sure, she'd enjoy her trips back home when she wanted to visit, but it was more refreshing here on Twoarth! The air was clean and clear of volcanic or sulfuric smoke, the plants had room to breathe, and not like... breathe like the Titan skeleton they resided upon back there... living on a carcass, that was sort of gross to most people on this dimension. She did liken it to... lichen, any growing thing needs a home and sustainance, right? But it was a bit different when you colonize the carcass of a dead person...
So Salvia and Henrietta would have their own stall at Wonder's Weekly Workshop, a weekend flea market and tourist attraction in the wizarding town. It wasn't hard to wheedle an apartment, particularly not when you could help fix up the woodwork and make sure that those apartments were up to code too! Her 'day job' was helping with housing inspections, which she did both up in the mountain magical township, as well as down in Crescent or even other local towns, and with a dragon to help carry all their equipment it was a breeze!
And they worked with a lilt in their step, as the small dragoness held her head up to let Henrietta examine the eaves and lofts, and Rotor hovering nearby to make sure that no one was busy trying to hide poor work.