Aww... It’s a cute baby drake. It loves frolicking among the flowers.

And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.

Young drakes 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.

Ebson frequently wanders in and out of the guild-master's den for some reason, and the little wild drake is fortunate that nobody minds her presence. The neighboring family even arranged a little bed area for her to sleep in, placed near the entrance of the den. She hates triangular bedding for reasons unknown. If someone arranges the grass and flowers in any other shape or in a shapeless blob, she's fine, but as soon as he begins patting it into a triangle, she sulks in a crevice until the nest is fixed.