A shake to my elongated face is all that is given as he inquires if I am hurt before I bound off to continue exploring.
My pace slows to a waddle and soon I fall behind my father. Eyes uplifted to the large craggy walls of stone, my mouth gapped in awe. In my distracted musing I do not notice an upcoming rock in my path of travel. With eyes and mind fixated on the world surrounding me there is no place for caution, which leads me to colliding with the sharp stone head one.
It wasn't so much a bodily hurt that causes a tear to well in the corner of my eye, but an uncontrollable rush of sadness washes over me, nonetheless. The armor of my dragon scales ensures that I am unscathed. Even at such a young age they have hardened into a protective layer around my squishy core. I sniffle away the tear that had surfaced, my bright eyes looking up to my father.
In my upward gaze I notice dark clouds churning above the mountain peaks. They look just as fierce as the stone hedges in which they begin to shroud.
Soon a drip of liquid lands on my nose causing it to wrinkle. Then another drop lands along my scaled body. I turn to look as it slips down the interlocked edges of my pearled plates. Another falls, then another, until they are falling all around us. Again I look to my father with questioning eyes...