The egg faded away completely; in its place there’s a cute baby dragon. It doesn’t seem to have much substance, though.
And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.
Young dragons are relatively defenseless. Their scales don’t grow in until right before they mature, and they have almost no strength. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are usually left alone by their mother and begin to hunt and survive on their own.
Mixusoy is a sneaky mischief-maker. She hates seeing things lined up in an orderly fashion; she considers order boring! To make things interesting, she scatters carefully arranged items in a random fashion, mixing in debris found nearby.
Under Mixusoy's tending, a woodpile becomes logs strewn about with rocks and flowers scattered among them, laundry lines are used to decorate trees and houses around the yard, and straight roads become full of potholes and fallen trees. Every so often, a farmer 'visited' by Mixusoy has wondered how he missed hearing the stampede that destroyed his lines of crops. Once she was caught in the act - and was very lucky to become immaterial before the weapon aimed at her hit. She would not want to have her body rearranged the way she rearranges others' work.