Redtail Rise — dragon's did

there is a soft 'plop'ing noise of food dropped; the cut of thursday evening's gaze — blue making a messy transition to gold — towards the source of the sound. another youngster. not his sibling and thus not one that he recognizes: immediately or otherwise ( despite that he perhaps should have ).

his gaze moves from her to fall upon the food she dropped briefly, before it flickers back to her face again, lingering on the marking of red on her face and how it reminds him of his beloved cardinal feathers.