Upon waking, the little dragoness peered over at her still slumbering mate. She did not wish to wake him just yet.

Moving down the tunnels of the lair, she'd check in on the dragonlings and children. Delivering their morning meals, before slipping into the brightly lit cavern the young ones had made into a greenhouse for her.

Violets, and iceflowers filled the cavern, though she was focusing upon a single rose. One of the night blooming Aurthur had created.

He'd spent a lot of free time tending the rose gardens hidden away in the forest. But the night bloomers had been the only roses that had not faired well.

Taking the stem up within her jaws, soon she'd move the plant toward a dark niche, where the light did not quite reach. A talon scraped at the soil as she settled the stem into the ground there. A fore paw pushing a bit of soil into place. She would then bring it water, and settle before the niche.

Perhaps all it would need was a little extra care...And magic.