Days had gone by, the little dragon remaining near the lair. She wasn't quite sure, but something didn't feel quite right.

For days she'd had a lingering head ache. Still, she'd tend the little ones, and the wyverns. Stopping by the gardens to watch a swelling flower bud, and even slipping into her mate's rose garden. Checking upon the blooms.

A few were swelling, just barely opening, while others already were spent. Soon after nipping up a little bit of meat. She'd return to lay down within her chamber. Burying herself within the cold blankets there.