The little brown one marches around the Southern Glen, silver eyes sparkling. Yes, she had been abandoned, but it was alright. Marla didn't let anything bother her. Even her size didn't bother her. From her snout to the tip of her tail, she was a whopping 13 inches. Quite small for a dragonling, really, but she liked being small.

"What's this?" she asks the lake as if it could respond, tapping her foot. She spies a comfy-looking tree and bounds over to it. "This looks like a nice spot to rest!"

The little one curls up, wrapping her tail around her snout.

She hears her name being called and raises her head.

"Mama?" She was still getting used to this having-a-mama bit. She was more used to being able to do what she wanted when she wanted. It helped that she had never known her mama's real name, so she couldn't get confused.

The little one stands and stretches.

Jumping mightily in the air (only a few inches off the ground, mind you) and waving her wings and tail furiously, she calls for her mother. "Mama, I'm over here!"

She sneaked off when her mama was taking a nap...now she was going to get punished, which was fine by her! Ven said punishment was a bath, and she loved baths!

"Mama's a whole lot bigger than me, she'll be able to see me!" The little one continues her jumping and waving.