There’s a small baby dragon sniffing around in the underbrush close to the Queenie’s location. He’s not being very quiet and his dark reddish-brown scales stick out like a sore thumb against the greenery around him. He seems to be all alone too. Where is his mother?
——— The older royal stirred from her nap, hidden from the sunlight within her cave. The sound of something sniffing around had her on edge…hopefully it was not one of the hunter’s dogs. That thought flew out of her head when she became more alert and realizing how small the creature sounded.
——— Cautiously, the Spitter-Queen poked her head out from the cave, the rest of her following as she slowly began to investigate the source of the sniffing. Poking her head around in the underbrush, the little creature was quickly found, though not because of the color. Queenie did not have vision like humans did and could not always rely on colors.
——— A baby dragon.
——— Queenie felt her insides shrivel. Dragons. She was absolutely terrified of dragons. Not only because they were much larger than her most of the time, but because of the fire that most of them could breathe. But as she looked to the baby dragon, she was confused. Where was the mother? We’re there other dragons nearby? …Was this little one separated his family?
——— With a low huff, Queenie lowered her head to sniff at the dragon and let out a gentle chittering sound. Still a baby…she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. Maybe she could protect this little one until the mother was found…










