Waking with the sun, momma slid through the chambers of their lair. The first
task of the morning would be making sure the dragonlings and children were fed.
Fruit, vegetables and juice to those who did not eat meat, and wyvern, freshly killed the day before would be breakfast for the growing dragonlings.
Her sister and mate would be the next to feed, and as always, she would wait until last. Eating enough to last a few days.
Next she would slip through the falls, letting the frigid water soak into her scaly hide. Wings unfurled soon and under Tiamatus, and Damean's guard, she'd glide to the gardens below.
Talons would dig at the soil a bit, as she awaited her mate and the childrens' descent. She would not start to plant without them.
Fruit, vegetables and juice to those who did not eat meat, and wyvern, freshly killed the day before would be breakfast for the growing dragonlings.
Her sister and mate would be the next to feed, and as always, she would wait until last. Eating enough to last a few days.
Next she would slip through the falls, letting the frigid water soak into her scaly hide. Wings unfurled soon and under Tiamatus, and Damean's guard, she'd glide to the gardens below.
Talons would dig at the soil a bit, as she awaited her mate and the childrens' descent. She would not start to plant without them.