My children where fluttering around trying to get used to there wings. They would flap a few strokes and then tumble to the ground. The process would repeat for a year or so by the calendar of a young dragon. I know they would not Denver much of this year for they only just hatched and are starting to work there tiny little brains.
They squealed when they fell. I would rush to them to get them back on there feet. I started in my human shape but I wasn't fast enough for them and switched to dragon. They tumbled off my wings to the floor all the while trying to stay afloat.
Pendragon was off doing some of his work leaving me with out kids. I didn't mind besides there resent less amount of energy.
My little hatchlings are 20 years old and are stretching there wings. There half my size right now making it hard to keep them corralled in now. They filtered weighing me down and made tired me out, yet I love them anyway.
Pendragon walked in and helped me get out from under our hatchlings and sent them of to bed. He grabbed me by my neck and settled me onto the nest rolling up around me protectively to sleep.