Day 1: Sunny (It always is)
A good day. A good life. The clan was still small, but everyone was close.
It was just like any other day. I lay on a cool slab of stone (as cool as they could get in a desert) and watched my clan members going about their errands; if one could call them “errands”, that is. Arctia and Tigra’s idea of sparring was a good example. It started off serious enough. They clawed at each other and would bounce away each time the other got too close. It usually lasted for about five minutes. After that it’s just a session of chasing each other and playfully nipping at each other’s tails; then taking the time to compare (and brag) about how many times they managed to nip each other. It’d have been a good way of improving agility and reflex had they been more serious, but they never failed to hunt down game, so I let them off.
Peppermint was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she stomped off to the nursery again. The hatchlings love her, what can I say?
Nova, on the other hand, must be having one of his “off” days again. Those were the days when he usually just conjured up magical orbs and dissipated them repeatedly. It was his way of concentrating when deep in thought. I decided to leave him be. No one would want him having one of his “tantrums” again… Everyone else also knew enough to steer clear of him. Even Dreamdusk.
Speaking of the devil, where did he go?
I heard a splash behind me, followed by a frustrated groan.
There he was.
His
target victim this time was Flint. Poor guy, soaked to the bone with colourful paint, which was made especially obvious by the fact that his feathers were monotone. It seemed that Dusky was feeling artistic today, so he decided to use the one dragon in the clan with the worst temper
and the most feathers as a canvas. The choice made sense to me, but I wasn't about to point that out.
“DUSKY!” Flint yelled.
I sighed loudly and sauntered over before things got ugly.
Yup. Just another day in my humble clan.
***
After calming Flint down and ushering Dusky to his den, I returned to my post on the slab and dozed off.
