Merlin smiled softly as he brushed one last stroke over the canvas, finally finishing the image of the dragon in front of him. It was a rather good likeness if you asked him.
He quickly turned back to the white dragon. Athusia was sighing heavily, and not for the first time those last few hours. 'Are you finally finished?' She mumbled.
'Yes, actually I am.' He said with a grin in response. Merlin had barely spoken those words before her head shot upwards, relief spreading through her eyes. 'So what do you think?' He asked as he turned the canvas around, showing her the picture he had painted.
Aithusa quickly leaned forward, her snout mere inches away from the painting and she tilted her head a bit to the side. 'I definitely don't have such a short tail... do I?' The last she added nervously as she turned her head, trying desperately to get a good look at her tail.
He sighed, it wasn't the first time she worried about how her tail looked... To him it didn't really look much different from Kilgharrah's, it looked like a dragon's tail was supposed to look. 'It looks good on you, really.'
She growled at him. 'You're only saying that to me, because I'm your daughter, you're supposed to think I'm pretty... I'm so ugly.' She sniffed.
'I told you, you're pretty.'
The white dragon looked at him frozen in place, before big tears started rolling from her eyes. 'Y-you just don't understand me! I hate you!' She shouted before opening her wings and with one single jump she was in the sky and she flew, crookedly away from him.
The last dragonlord could only stare in shock as the dragon disappeared from his sight, in the back of his mind he remembered the words Kilgharrah had once spoken to him about this age for a dragon... 'She went into puberty.' He muttered.