Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It likes to perch on the high branches of the taller trees and look longingly up at the sky.

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.

Oddly enough, this hatchling is praised akin to a God in Akermind. Her little body is bedazzled and inlaid with precious jewels, and has multiple enchantments making her impervious to harm. Her magic aura is strangely potent for a hatchling and her breed, and it spreads life wherever she goes.

She lives in a temple at which dragons and people alike worship her and feed her, with the royals and wealthy paying tribute. Even Ara'ra seemed to respect her, even with her high status.

Nobody knows where she came from or why, but she is the center of attention nearly everywhere she goes, and unnervingly mute as it is.