Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It perfectly depicts summer weather.

Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it typically marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.

There was days of terrible hot; then, rain, cold, thunders. Verbena tryed to protect her last egg, but the rain wet the nest, or maybe was the wind then cooled too much the egg...

The result is under the eyes of all the cave: Flower grew very few after the hatch, never reached the adolescence. But this isn't a problem for the little Flower.

She say she's a female, and love play with the little flowers, making necklaces for her mother (she don't like leave the protective wings of Verbena) or for the other hatchies.

Flower has a candid, innocent and playful soul: she isn't scared from the marrows or the vampire dragons, and her sweet smile conquest every dragon in her cave. Only a thing can reduce the sweet Flower in a little trembling things: the sound of the thunder, maybe a memory of the days in the egg...