Carja squinted and hummed, thinking, "... A sister is... someone really really important to you. But a girl. Not in any romantic way because that would be weird, but you have a relationship like nothing else. You're connected by family. I was adopted by my dad, and I love him. He's like a teacher. And I adopted my sister into the family, and I love her more than anything! I protect her with everything I have."

Her eyes turned sad as she thought about her family, and where they were. Mother had messed everyone at the raid up.

"I like your name," she said softly, "It's very pretty."

The dragon stood up smoothly and turned, facing the woods, "Oh! You're hungry! What are you craving? Sweet or savory?"

It would determine the young dragon's diet. Unless she liked lemons.

Carja looked up into the trees, "Hm... get on my head and I'll walk around, and we'll find fruit for you to eat. When we do, I'll stand up super tall and you can reach them!"

She flopped her head down, her tail wagging behind her excitedly. She seemed incredibly excited to do such a thing, despite it not being flying in storms or climbing a rock wall just because. Everything was exciting!!

"Hey... I could take you to my family if you want," she said, "But you can also stay here, that's also okay. I can fly and come visit you if you want! We dragons have to stick together!"

She kept her head still, almost shaking with excitement to ferry this teeny dragon around.

Carja nodded, "Mhm!! You can bite me if I'm bad!"

She slowly lifted her head and stood, quickly trotting forward, her head barely rising and falling at all. She glanced around, not having to move her head to see with how her eyes were positioned, two at the front, two more near the sides of her head, and two along her cheek bones, allowing her to see downward, too.

"Oh this is so fun~!!", she chirped, "My sister, Lass, when we were children we'd do this so she could eat peaches! Oh I want you to meet her so badly, she's so sweet and kind and couldn't hurt a fly!"

She babbled on and on about her family, how Dread snored and how Sfartis (she giggled as she said it) was the best dad in the world with scales like night-time, and how he inspired her to turn her own scales black- but with a flare!! She's covered in stars now!

Carja stopped immediately and turned towards the peach, lifting her head to it so that Arquia could reach.

"Nice catch!", she praised, "Go ahead and eat, just don't get me too dirty."

Though of course if Arquia did, that was okay. She was a baby after all, and babies were messy. If she did that just meant her daily grooming session would be a bit more tasty. She waited for Arquia to get the fruit, standing as still as possible, waiting patiently for the baby to eat her meal.

"This is a peach," she said, "I ate them when I was smaller, they're super sweet but they have a hard pit in the middle, so be careful!"

Carja reached up and gently took the peach, holding it up as she used a talon to slice it in two, before putting it back on her head, "There you go, now it should be easier to eat."

She laid down again, humming gently, "If you break big things into smaller sections, you can eat it easier."

She'd learned it from her own prey and her struggles as a small hatchling trying to eat a tree melon. She'd had to drop it off the tree to break it in order to eat it. But that was alright, at least she'd figured it out. Sometimes others just needed a push in the right direction, and some guidance so they could do it themselves the next time.

"If it's still too big, claw it up smaller," she said.