The sudden wind whips across the open meadow of the Dale. My jeweled eyes watch as my father dodges the shrapnel in its wake, wincing each time the shiny delicacies strike his dark scaled body.
Soon his wings unfurl, forming a protective shield around my serpent like body. I snuggle in close to him, a slight tremble finding my clawed limbs.
The wind howled for only a moment more before it dispersed into an echo amongst the mountains to the north. I peer out from his leathered wings, checking to see if the coast was clear.
"What was that Father?" I ask in angelic tones with a twitch of my tail, curiosity now overpowering my fear.
With his nudge of reassurance I bound from my still position. The flattened grasses made for better visibility and a soft landing for my paws.
Looking up I find the snow capped hills towering above me. They look violent and uninviting but still I stare at them in awestruck wonder with unblinking eyes.