A/N: I don't own Jane and the Dragon.
Well, plot movement! And I said this would be up right away, didn't I? I am so so sorry, schedules are very difficult things for me to keep. Still, the near short story length of this could have had something to do with that.
Escaping:
The hatchling hadn't really tried to take too much advantage of his newfound freedom, though when the two-legged wasn't there, he would often just nudge the tree-cave open, just to prove to himself that he could. After a period of time, however, he found himself growing curious. What was this thing that the two-leggeds called a ship, and all of these other words and sounds that did not make much sense to his ears? Where was his old cave?
At some point, he decided to make a habit of pushing his way out of his tree-cave, going a little further and further every time, and generally exploring the room [also giving the scrawny two-legged more trouble, whether he knew it or not]. He would have tried going farther, doing what the two-leggeds did and pushing the part of the wall that opened, but whenever he tried, something would happen. The parrot would start squawking, the sounds of something coming would become louder than he was comfortable with, and he would be forced to scurry back to the safety of his tree-cave before someone either came in or was drawn by the noise.
However, this time was a bit different. For starters, the parrot had been carried out by his captor a while ago, and neither had come back yet. The child had grown bored, and hungry, so, with one good nudge against the barred wall of the tree-cave, he pushed his way out into the room, crossing the distance between him and the moving-wall and nudging that open with his shoulder. Slinking out completely, the hatchling almost jumped when the moving wall closed sharply behind him.
However, while he had been gung-ho to get this far, he was now unsure as to where he should go. The dragon had come out onto an open area, the sky, big and blue, stretched out over him, with the sounds of movement and talking coming from somewhere to his left. They were awfully far away though, and didn't sound as though they were coming any closer, so he paid them hardly any mind.
Then a strange smell caught his nose, wafting up to him from somewhere down below. A little ways away, there was another moving wall, though this time it was on the ground. Edging closer, drawn more by his nose than his curiosity, the little dragon peeked over the side of the opening, catching sight of a two-legged bustling about a smoking…thing of some kind. That was also where the appetizing smell seemed to be coming from, and his stomach immediately told him that it was more than merely okay to eat. Waiting until the portly two-legged had moved away, the small reptile tried to lower himself down without accidentally falling. However, it was harder than it looked, and about three feet away, the hatchling lost his footing and landed directly on the 'table' below with a muffled squeak of dismay. Albeit, when he pulled himself right-side-up again and looked to see how close the source of the tantalizing smell was now, he wholeheartedly agreed with himself that it was the best mistake that he had made. Pulling himself up so that he could balance on his hind legs, the little dragon's talons gripped the sides of the pot as he tried to edge his head in to lap at the wonderful-smelling stew inside. Managing to splash more of it on his face, rather than getting it into his mouth, the hatchling savored the taste for a moment right before-.
"OI!"
-Nearly tumbling off his perch in surprise when something bellowed, rather loudly, from right behind him. Twisting around, the dragon's golden eyes widened as he caught sight of a hulking two-legged, face turning a funny-looking red color as his arms waved wildly. Squeaking in surprise as the incensed two-legged ran at him, the child dove from the table, instinctively opening his wings to glide to the floor. However, while the much larger creature had to take more time to correct his charge, he was by no means stopped. The young dragon ran as fast as his four legs could carry him, pushing through a small hole in the wall and ending up in a larger cave. He didn't have very much time to gawk, as he was nearly hit with a section of moving-wall as the two-legged behemoth crashed through it, roaring in fury as he caught sight of his quarry. Seeing an incline a few feet away, the small reptile dashed toward it, and squeaked loudly as his head hit a hard slab of…something blocking the opening. He knew there was an opening there, he could feel a small draft of air working his way across his face, but he couldn't push it open.
But, the dragon had forgotten one very important thing. While he couldn't open the hatch, the loud and extremely angry two-legged behind him definitely could. And in the dim light, his pursuer was having a difficult time seeing where his prey was. Which may have been the reason that, somewhere between the span of that moment and the next, the hatchling was blinking blearily in the sudden blast of bright sunshine, and grabbing onto the first thing he could in his newfound fright. Which happened to be the strange thing that the angry red two-legged was wearing on his head.
Both squealed and bellowed [respectively] as they realized their new predicament, and the small reptile instinctively sunk his claws in as he was shaken about, the two-legged all but thrashing under his scaly cargo. The hatchling, for his part, squealed in terror and hung on with all the strength he could put into his small claws. However, no amount of might that the small dragon possessed could keep him on when the two-legged forcefully grabbed him, and tore him from his perch. With a loud holler, the two-legged threw him forcefully to the deck, the hatchling recovering quickly and springing to his feet, running for a gap in the wooden wall that lay to the side. Before he could outright see where to he was about to jump, he sprung from the ground, gliding his way down to a thankfully stable outcropping, not unlike the one that jutted out from the cave that he used to live in. The hatchling hit the ground running, going under square-wooden-rocks, two-leggeds, among other things. He didn't stop until he could no longer hear the sounds of shouting, or smell that peculiar scent that the two-leggeds had. By this time, the sun had started to sink below the tree-line, and the little dragon felt tiredness pull at his eyelids. Settling down in the shelter of a large tree, the small reptile curled up, quietly letting sleep overtake him.
I'm not going to lie, I went a little crazy with this. Though, for all intents and purposes, it sure was fun.