Sleeping Dragon governed by sound reason and true religion

Silent, he'd unknowingly started to experiment with his newfound ability. He'd blinked a few times, squeezing his eyes shut tighter than necessary on occasion. When a tongue had been drawn over his face a handful of times, he'd tried his best to ignore the calming gesture, blinking several times after and then shaking his head—which had been a terribly planned move, for he'd nearly toppled over in the process of having done so. Thankfully, he'd not fallen onto his side, and was instead left to try and figure out what was going on. He'd wanted to understand what it was that had happened to him, and why he could suddenly bear witness to more than just solid darkness. It was most unusual, but since no one else had seemed bothered by it, his mind had quickly slipped onto something else.

Something was placed near to him, and from it there had come a feeling unlike any other. His body had trembled, feeling the gentle vibrations that had come with the playful growling. Not knowing what to do about it, he'd raised up a forelimb in an attempt to swat at wherever the disturbance had come from, only to miss entirely and have his tiny paw smack back down onto the ground.