Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It has bright blue eyes, and is as clumsy as any other hatchling, but it never seems to get injured.

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 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.

Chaste, such is innocence. Light, barely, and swift. Like a chaste kiss. Her feathered wings only need to touch her prey once. She doesn't even need to think of it. Her blue eyes, light and airy, hold much insight. But why should they, it doesn't make sense. It's simply how she seems to work. Her innocent mind is nothing to be troubled with. As many of her friends, as Carefree Death and Dreamer's. Reality is nothing to be trifled with. She just leaves it alone. And ignores it.

Her mind is clear, she loves to give life. That's why her touches are light, she can't move around fast enough for her mind. Seeing as this is so, her body has a limit on it's vapors, it's touches of life. Four hours, that's all she can give on. Her body will wear out. Chaste is her body, and weak too. But she doesn't care. She loves her gift, and her clan.