A/N: Um, I'm not really sure how this happened... There might be more to the story. I'm not sure yet.

On the Parenting of Baby Dragons

It was nearly dark when Aithusa returned home to find Kilgarrah sitting outside the cave entrance, an angry but relieved expression on his face.

"Where have you been for the past couple of hours? It's bad enough wondering where Merlin is, but to have to worry about you too…"

Aithusa snorted and lowered his head, unwilling to look at his adoptive father. "There was a woman in the forest, he explained. She was hurt, so I healed her."

"Describe the woman."

"Erm, she was wearing a black, ragged dress. Her hair was dark and messy, and she had a lot of coloring around her eyes."

"AITHUSA!" thundered Kilgarrah. "That was the witch, Morgana. She will bring nothing but destruction, and she ought to have died."

Aithusa hung his head even lower. "You've been very naughty," continued the Great Dragon. "I have no choice but to give you a time out." Aithusa whimpered his protest, but Kilgarrah would not listen. "Go and sit in the naughty corner until I say that you can come out."

The baby slunk off to the corner of the cave sullenly, and sat. "And no deer hunting for you for a week!" Kilgarrah shouted after him.