For the entirety of the ordeal he had remained still. Hidden in the shadows of a cragged rock extended from the walls of the cavern. Having been born here this was all he knew. Not the light of day, nor the still of night. Just the whistle of the wind through the narrow cracks in rocky walls. So when activity stirred around him he had laid nervously on the cool damp flooring. Ears flat to his skull in attempt to hide himself. His attempt is feeble and when his mother moves from over top of him he peers at her with mismatched eyes.
Watching curiously as the other lights a spark against her knees and then his mothers face. It was different than the lights rolling just a short ways from where he laid. Nothing more seemed to happen so his eyes wandered back to a drip of water landing near by. He focused his attention on the steady pitter patter until his ears swiveled to hear hostile tones. His tiny mismarked head shot straight up as quick movements surrounded him. Frightened, he jumped up. The awkward shift of weight at his side nearly toppling him. Catching himself on a body hovering over him.
Burn. Death.
The dark chocolate of his one eye examined the limbs embracing him. If he hadn't have looked out he would have guessed they were his mothers but she is standing firm by the flickering lights. His eyes trail from knee to shoulder to neck to face. Lifting his nose high to see a stranger over top of him. Panic strikes him as he flails his wings to scurry back into his corner. A shrill whinny escaping him, "Don't hurt me!" Dropping to his knees his face hides in the rocks. His much to large wings draping across his small body. Dark tail twitching on his rump that was still in the air.
