From the ground, the big ball of white and blue fluff could easily be mistaken for a very colorful cloud lazily drifting through Monoceros, although clouds weren't exactly a common thing in the caves. As it was, Wyvern was looking for someone. Her mother, actually. She'd come back to the nest one day to find it all but deserted. She'd waited, since it was fairly common for Asimona to leave - to hunt and such, but when she didn't come back in a couple of days, Wyvern had grown worried. Her mom didn't usually leave for very long.

She'd gone drifting from cave to cave, flying around for a bit before leaving when she didn't see the familiar silver dragon. Monoceros was next on her list. But she couldn't help but admit that she quite enjoyed being on her own for a change, doing whatever she wanted to do, not having to ask her mom for permission. She was old enough now! She could probably leave the caves if she wanted to!

She was getting closer to the ground now, growing a little weary of flying, alighting herself on the edge of the gorge. She looked down, not really looking for anything, but just...looking. Because she could. And oh! something down there. "Hellooooo" she called out in her song-like voice. She gazed down fondly at the thing down there. What an interesting find! It would be a friend, no doubt. She hadn't, after all, experienced otherwise.

Wyvern watched curiously, a little cluelessly, as the creature stretched and coughed and just kinda stood them. She blinked slowly, her head tilting this way and that until they invited her to come down. Or, at least, it seemed like an invitation to her. "Okay," she sang. She crawled over the cliff and hopped off, opening her wings and fanning out her tail to slowly drift down towards the hybrid...thing. Her claws came out first, grabing at the rocks before her wings folded and she lurched down, her head falling level with them.

They looked weird. All black with white and blue and antlers too. Were they like horns? Asimona had horns, big horns. She had little ones. Jotun did too, but they were tiny and many. She wanted to reach out and touch them but her mind had quickly traced over a different part of the creature. Weird legs! Like a bird. It had wings too, did that make it bird? But a bird didn't have horns! She did, but she was not a bird. But she also had wings and was not a bird. Her thoughts went around in a circle, only confusing her further until she broke her silence with a smooth humming sound. A thoughtful or confused noise, it was hard to tell which one.

She realized a moment later that she didn't have to wonder. She could just ask. Asimona had taught her to ask questions, but only to people she trusted. People she didn't trust would lie. But she hadn't met anyone yet that she didn't trust so, immediately, and quite foolishly, she decided that she trusted this thing. "What are you?" She reached her wing-claw forward to gently touch its wings, more out of impulse then anything. She wanted to know if the feathers felt the same as hers or if they felt like rock. For some reason.

The feathers looked similar in composition, but Wyvern's were far more fluffy then this person's and hers were all white while theirs were all black and a bit of blue. And a bit of white. She leaned forward curiously to take a look at the antlers. She hadn't seen those before, besides on some of the deer she found, but they weren't like this. Maybe these were a special type of bird antler. "Hmmmm....I don't know. I once met a bird with four legs and horns. Maybe some birds are just like that." Yeah, that sounded right. She, of course, completely forgot that she'd figured that Eythan wasn't just a bird, but that wasn't important, she didn't know what parts was bird and what wasn't so obviously just all bird was easier.

And her? A bird? Silly! Of course, she had feathers and she was, in fact, part bird, but she'd never met her other parent. Asimona hadn't either. The only parent she knew was Asimona which told her exactly what she was. She stepped back, shaking her head out a bit and suddenly reared, opening her wings, showing off the thick scales on her underbelly and the full magnificence of her form. "I'm Wyvern." She reached forward again, settling herself back down on the ground and tilting her head so that she could look at Azure properly through one of her eyes. "My mother called me a dragon, a wyvern. So that's what I called myself. What did your mother call you?"

A smile appeared in Wyvern's eyes at the meager compliment. It was pretty cool, wasn't it? Although, she didn't know that there were so few actual dragons in the caves, but she still liked how she looked. She liked being able to fly. She was the only of the kids that could fly, after all. It made her feel pretty special. "Yes," she agreed, lightly. "I think so too!"

She noticed the shift in tone when Azure looked down at her claws. Wyvern blinked, a little confused. In her experience, mothers were nice. Mothers should protect and look after their young. For a mother to be, as Azure said it, an asshole, was completely unknown to her and for a moment she wondered if Azure was lying. But why would she do that? She'd been nice so far. Why just lie like that? Maybe her mom didn't hunt for her. Or didn't stay with her all the time. To be honest, Wyvern would prefer if Asimona wasn't so protective, but she tried to understand Azure's plight in her own childish, ignorant way. "I'm sorry." And it was genuine, at least, even if she didn't fully understand.

She perked up again, though, only a moment later. "Oh! That is a pretty name. You should be proud." Again, genuine happiness for Azure's name, even if she had given it to herself. Her tail wiggled a bit, happy to know her new friend's name. The change in subject was abrupt, but Wyvern didn't mind, or even really notice. "I eat lots of things! I like cave deer, though. And birds! I'm a very good hunter!" She smiled again, oblivious to any implications of her favorite diet. But the description of her beak confused her a little and one of her claws came up to rub against the tip. "Huh? My beak is not wicked! I'm a nice dragon."

Wyvern looked back at herself, as if to reaffirm that she did, in fact, still have feathers. But Azure was starting to confuse her. Half bird? But Asimona said she was a dragon. Dragons had wings! And maybe some dragons had feathers! "Maybe that's what a wyvern is - a bird-dragon. But I'm not a bird!" Her tone grew higher pitched, almost whiny at the last part. She wasn't a bird! And Azure wasn't going to suddenly make her a bird just by saying it. Thinking about birds eating other birds just didn't seem right to her so she pushed it off - not bird, only dragon. And dragons ate whatever they want. Just not other dragons.

She stared at Azure for a moment, her half-formed claws coming up again to rub at her beak and poke at the tip. "Ohhh, I think I get it. I don't try, though, I just hunt." The humor of Azure's little joke was lost on her, giving her a sense of confusion and her brain scrambled around trying to chase the meaning. "I don't think they'd understand me. I tried talking to them before..."

But then Azure was continuing and Wyvern didn't really mind dropping the thought and thinking of something else. She nodded slowly, a continuous bob of her head as Azure spoke. "Seeds...and shit? What is...shit?" Was it some kind of other food she hadn't heard of? Asimona had not told her about it before. Maybe she could eat it too!

As Azure turned away, Wyvern stepped after her, her slow, but far larger paces matching Azure's smaller, quicker steps. "I am thirsty," she replied, but perhaps not to the same degree as her friend. "But not hungry. I ate before I left home."