Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark and dusty, painted on the sky.

A tiny salmon-pink tongue poked adorably from between dark, leathery lips as Dacio drifted swiftly into a light slumber.

Movement of a sibling interrupted his slumber some time later, and the sterling babe cracked his bleary eyes open to blink up toward his mother. Dacio cooed to her softly, eager for attention, though this want was quickly forgotten as a shadow from outside caused the daylight to flicker. He peered toward the entrance, expectant of another visitor.