Speary

The young emissary from clans of Nature was curious as they were charming. His little ivory wings would flutter when they were excited, unable to carry them yet.

When on 3 days of age, this little one was stumbling about, taking in the sights outside of the lair, venturing out with one of the adults, when they spotted something in the underbrush. Investigating, they found a small creature, even smaller than they, lost and confused in the plant life. Their eyes met, and both notice that the sets matched, hue for hue.
Nervous, the little creature started to back away, when the hatchling put something odd on the ground. The little sprite, out of curiosity, moved to inspect it: A Sea Shell of the Red Rock Cove. Before the little thing could grow bored, the hatchling put down another item, this time an inch from the last. And then another, and another, some trinkets, others materials swiped from the overcrowded corners of the lair he was kept out from often for safety, as well as for thefting.
It took hundreds upon hundreds of items, but with patience, the little dragon wove a path of intrigue for the sprite to flitter about to, until it was quite a game between them both.
At the entrance, the little hatchling stopped, waiting for the magical being to get to the last item they had. When it had done so, they met eyes again, but this time there wasn't any fear. A few moments passed, before the sprite gave a small smile, flying with surprising speed to circle around the hatchling, leaving petals in their wake before they sat with finality atop their head between their nubs of horns-to-be.
And so was the tale of how this lair was to have its first Elemental Sprite within its confides, for all to adore. Most of all, the little hatchling who gave it a name. (Zoomphy)