The moon rose high in the sky as the small dragonling slid through the forests, scales, not quite crimson, but not quite red either.

A flash now and then of gold as wings stretched toward the sky, then refolded. A perfect night to explore, the heat of the day had gone, replaced by the cool night air.

The forest was the perfect place to start, head lowered to sniff a flower now and then curiously, she was rather new to this part of the woods.

Brooks babbled through the forest, and night insects chirped and buzzed, their symphonies filling the air, but yet, it was a peaceful night.

The kind she didn't mind.