Redtail Rise borne of dragon fire

forward dated to september 1st

it's been a week since his birth; though not much has changed except for perhaps an increase in hunger. it rumbles within his belly like the crooning call of a dragon, only quieting when his belly is full with warm, sweet mothersmilk.

the quiet and and darkness are comforts that will not last long as the days bleed into velveteen nights; unknown by the ( happily ) ignorant thursday evening.

against his mother's side he coos, yawns and stretches.