As my memory of Prometheus fades away it was almost like déjà vu when the white-faced colt approaches. Even at his young age he was already growing quite tall and I guess in seasons to come he will tower over my skinny form. His eyes a captivating red that drew my gaze to wander over him and ponder over who his parents were. A simple greeting leaves his lips as a red dragon lands promptly on his back and I almost wince at the thought of claws digging in. I already knew what damage a dragon could do, my back and face were still healing from the scars that bronze had left me. I shuffled my wings and watched the crimson reptile as it eyed Fantôme. The pup had quite quickly hidden behind one of my thin front legs and peered around like a frightened chicken. I suppressed a sigh, still, at least he was smart enough to hide rather than foolishly show off in front of a creature that could easily take him out. Perhaps I should be more thankful that brain was working between his overly large ears.

I turn away from the red devil and to the colt now, considering him with dark, thoughtful eyes. "Who might you be?" I ask, genuinely curious as to who had disturbed her moment of peace that had only lasted a mere few minutes. I wonder if this child had met me a few years back, when I was smaller than he is now, if he would have tried to take away my wings if I had asked him to. They had been only small back then after all and I’m sure his dragon would be more than capable. Maybe fate had protected me that day or, and the one I liked to think was probably right, it was just luck that gave me the gift of time. Time to understand that I needed the feathers later.

Drawing my thoughts back to the present, I initiate a little more and this time I draw attention to his merle friend. "Your bond mate is impressive, where did you find him?" I had seen dragons before but never one that accompanied such a young child. It made the question "where are your parents?" seem stupid considering the protection the reptile would surely give and continue to give as it grew. Besides, I knew what it was like to be a child who strayed from their mothers side, I saw my dam very little during childhood. I don't see her at all now and I am quite glad of it. I wonder if this lad is the same too, if the call to be independent ran as strongly through his blood as it had done mine and in the end had decided to forge his own path.

Was he an outcast too? Like I had once been.

@[Volterra]