Redtail Rise — dragon's did

the morning is painted in drab colors: greys and pale buttery yellows as thursday evening lopes outside of the den. he pauses, streching the sleep from his muscles; a yawn splitting his muzzle. curiousity graps him more and more as he continues to grow both physically and mentally. the want to explore — though never to stray — clutches him presently.

maybe he'd be lucky and find some more feathers to add to his collection! the cardinal feathers augur had brought him ( perhaps he was meant to share them with his sister but did not ) were not, understandably, faring very well.

he trots further, shrugging thru thorny underbrush; eager to begin his newest adventure.