Once upon a time a baby dragon was found outside a small village. The leader of the village saw that this dragon was harmless and alone so they looked after him. The dragon was taken to live in a hut with a little girl and her older sister.
"What should we name him?" a girl with short white hair asked her sister.
"Well, that's up to you Lisanna. What name suits him?" Lisanna looked at the small crimson dragon lying on her bed asleep. She examined his small claws and his smooth scales, poked at his large wings and blew on his floppy ears. The dragon stirred in his sleep making Lisanna quickly back away from him. Her sister laughed at the child's reaction. Lisanna sat, cross-legged on the hay floor thinking hard.
"Ummm…" the child's eyes lit up. "How about Vasuki? Wait, no that doesn't suit him at all." She shook her head and glared at the floor.
"There's no need to hurt yourself Lisanna. A name will come to you when the time is right but until then you'll have to call him dragon or little dragon." Her sister said, smiling at the girl.
"But Mira, I don't want to call him dragon or little dragon, I want to call him by a name because he's now part of our family!" Lisanna whined as her eyes started to water.
Mira's dark blue eyes widened in shock. "Don't cry, you'll think of a name."
Lisanna wiped her eyes and looked at her older sister, "Will you help me?"
"You just want me to think of names for you to pick from," Mira said while smiling at the little girl.
Lisanna looked at the ground and mumbled, "It would be easier that way." Her sister leaned down so she was face to face with the distressed child.
She ruffled Lisanna's hair and laughed, "Sometimes you worry about the tiniest things"