There was a roll of thunder from outside the den that drew the ears of the young pup forward atop her skull and brought her bright blue eyes to the entrance. She had been down for an evening nap, as her body was still young and the many hours of playful tousling with her siblings warranted frequent resting breaks. The loud noise had shaken her, though, and Thyri found herself feeling frightened of the prospect of what was outside that could make such a terrifying sound. Glancing to her family to verify that they all appeared safe, the girl lifted herself up on her paws and slowly, warily crept toward the entrance of their den. The dust outside was beginning to take on a different form as raindrops began to spat against it. Thyri looked to the earth with a curious tilt of her head and reached a single paw outward to test the ground. It did not seem as though it was dangerous.

 

Stepping outside of the entrance, the young dragon peered upward at the rolling clouds overhead. When there was a violent flash of light that streaked across the heavens, she yipped in surprise and tucked her tail tightly beneath her. Following the lightning was another deep boom of thunder and Thyri found herself overwhelmed by the sensations that it provided. Specks of rain continued to fall down onto her face, but she could not bring herself to break her contact with the sky. 

Droplets fell from the sky and spattered against the girl’s head. Her blue eyes were wide as she gazed upward and willed the clouds to rumble once more, hoping to see the charge of light that would shoot across the heavens in a display unlike any that she had seen before. The gift of sight had given much to her and Thyri found herself wondering what else would come around in due time. The dragon whelp had learned in a very short time how to walk, babble, and see; she could only hope that there would be more to unfold in the days that were to come.
 
Without warning, the sky was illuminated in light once again and there was an echo of a roar that followed. The silver and brown spot leapt back a step and yipped out of a mixture of excitement and fear that had flooded her system. It was then that her brother found her. His body had brushed against her own very gently and the small girl turned her skull to meet his face. There was a loving glance there as Thyri moved to press her own body against his. Having Hvitserk there was all the comfort that she needed. The tufts of his fur were warm from the inside of the den. As the rain continued to drop down on the two pups, Thyri moved her skull toward him slowly in an attempt to press her wet little nose into his cheek.

There was a wild magic to the light in the sky and the rumble of thunder that sounded overhead. Though it was frightening for the young pup, she had found herself building her courage as the moments passed. It would not do them well to remain outside the den for long, with the nip in the air that promised rain, but Thyri was entranced by the sights before her and she was not ready to return to the darkness of their home. Still, the longer she witnessed the might of the storm, the more uneasy she could feel her brother growing. 

He moved to press himself in the crook of her neck and she stiffened slightly, hoping that her tense muscles would allow him to understand that she would allow nothing to harm him. Her baby blue gaze darted to him for a fraction of a second and lightning illuminated the sky once more, sending a flash across her own features. If she wanted to keep him safe, she would return to their den and allow him to nestle close to their mother. With a quiet sigh, she nudged him toward the entrance to their den and provided a small curling of her lips into a smile. The cold was already biting at her paws as well. 

At that age, Thyri did not believe her brother to be incapable of anything. He was born from the blood of the dragon, just as she was, and so he was destined for great things. Her mind was still young and she was incapable of understanding that her mentality would change as she aged. The crackling spirit inside of her would seek to find the storm as opposed to the comfort of her family. It was a sad truth, but she was far more feral and driven by her instincts than her emotions. With this, though, there was a fleeting moment of affection as she gazed on her sibling. A warmth struck her shimmering blue eyes and she was able to pull herself away from the looming storm clouds and rumbling thunder. There would be plenty of time to chase the skies, she thought to herself.
 
Shaking the drops of water from her coat, the young Goufa made a motion for them to head back into their den. She was certain to keep Hvitserk close to her side. The warmth of their home was calling to her, and she longed to nuzzle deep into the fur of Gyda and drift off into a peaceful sleep.