Ice blue eyes watched the clouds roll by as the little dragon remained upon her perch. She'd take it every day, after the children were fed, and after she ate her meager ration{She still wasn't very hungry.}

Nostrils twitched as she scented the air. It had been more than a week now, since her mate's disappearance, and she felt it every day.

Picking up, the winds rustled her wings as she sat up, glancing back toward the mouth of the lair. Inside, her father and sister still rested, while Tiamatus and Damean kept watch over the lair and it's inhabitants.

Shaking herself, wings soon unfurled as she dove, wings soon spreading to catch an updraft.

Another flight around their territory.