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Flying:

While the various plants around the ledge had been able to support the hatchling fine in the past, with his growth came more hunger, and the green food he was so reliant on started to fade with the constant picking. Not to mention the loud-feathery-winged things kept stealing bits before he could chase them off, his vocal protests loud and indignant enough to wake the dead. However, while the hatchling had not appreciated the thinning of his food supply, he did notice something about the feathery things. When they escaped from his reach, they took off into the sky and then swooped down the mountain, where below there lay a sea of green. That must be quite a lot of food.

Seeing as the hatchling had wings of his own, he felt opted to try his luck. Eventually, he wound up taking small hops, moving further and further away from the cave as he went. And, once he had somewhat mastered the art of taking off, he took a bit of a leap of faith. At first, the winds buffeted his small form, keeping him aloft, and allowing a smooth glide down the face of the mountain. He was just over the sea of green now, but he did not want to come down, the sensation of nothing between him and the sky near-intoxicating. However, with the euphoria and the quickness with which he was beating his wings, he soon ended up over the ocean, and the sudden coolness in the air stole the updrafts he was riding. Before he could figure out what was happening, he was dropping, wings flapping frantically in an effort to regain the control he had had mere moments ago. However, it was all for naught as he plunged straight into the blue expanse below. Out of instinct, his legs moved, pushing him through the water. Though, given that he was a little turned around from his fall, it took him a little while to reach the surface. When he did, the hatchling coughed, choking on his newfound air. Seeing a streak of green land out of the corner of his eye, the small dragon swam for it, relieved to finally touch ground, and later, dry soil.

He curled up on the shore, exhausted and frightened, shivering a few moments before the excitement got the better of him and his eyes closed.

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