Dragoncrest Cliffs This was the very first page.

Roux and her siblings were two whole weeks old. They grew swiftly: eyes had begun to open and some had begun to make attempts at finding their feet.

The gilded Pebble was eager to be on the move. She tried and tried again to stand, was ready to be up and about. She wanted to explore! There were new things to see, to smell, to taste.

Roux was simply too wobbly, not yet strong enough to gather herself upright. She emitted a soft whine, frustrated.