And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.
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 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.
Once, not-so-long-ago, this dragon's mother showed her a picture of her family tree.
"This is your ancestry. Be proud of it, little one!"
The tiny pillow looked at the lineage--at the mess, the haphazardness, the CHAOS. Oh yes... such sweet chaos.
She had found her inspiration.
Now a veritable terror (although those who know her can vouch she was no angel even before the dreaded "lineage incident"), this cheeky little pillow runs back and forth at top speed causing mischief. Hiding left socks, throwing young lumina dragons into mud puddles, and convincing human scientists that male purple dragons are a myth, she has caused all sorts of lovely chaos of various degrees of magnitude. There is one thing her poor parents can be thankful for, however; being a pillow dragon, she sleeps a lot!