The little dragon-bird had grown a lot in the last cycle. She was almost close to the size of her mother now and her body was no longer naked or covered with tiny, ugly spikes. She was growing in the elegant, beautiful feathers that she was meant to have. They were still thick and fluffy with youth, but there were places where the adult feathers were showing through. Lovely patterns of blue decorated her back and wings and she held herself tall and graceful. She was sitting delicately in the center of he mother's nest now, watching the snow gently fall around her. She no longer needed her mother's warmth - her thick cover of feathers was more then enough to keep her insulated.

She was growing restless, though. Ever since she could walk on her own and hunt on her own, she had wanted to stray away from the snowy confines of the dragon's domain. Out of Pisces, perhaps as well. But she knew Asimona would not want her to go far. She was protective of her and her siblings, especially after the incident with the golems that she had talked about. But Wyvern could fly now. She wasn't a strong flier yet but she could, at least, stay in the air.

She shifted in her place, looking around for when Asimona would return. Although she could take care of herself now, Asimona still insisted on doing all the hunting and gathering. She was a good mother, but perhaps a little too good.