Days turned to weeks, and the winds had started to blow colder. The little dragon was restless, night after night she tried to sleep. But sleep brought dreams.

Curling up beside her father, she had been helping him watch over the hatchlings. Even her father was quiet, and she saw the look in his eyes.

The look that said the hatchlings needed their mother. They needed her.

She needed her. Sleep still would not come, and she would push herself, moving back along the halls of the lair.

Moving to check upon the little ones, the children, then moving to the entrance, where she would sit.

Outside the guards remained, though she would not speak to them, she rarely spoke now, watching the roaring falls.