Dancing and Dreaming
The two dragons were in the sky, their black as night scales contrasting against the white clouds and blue sky, which was now slowly fading into orange. But they were not flying. To call their movements such would be an insult.
Flight is essential to most dragons, the exceptions being those who live their lives completely on land and. Tidal dragons, of course, are just as capable, but they prefer the sky below. All in all, it doesn't matter what species, Timberjack or Seashocker, the dragon is. They are natural fliers in their natural environments.
The two Night Furies danced across the open space. There was no floor, no ceiling, no walls. Just them, the waning sun, and the clouds. They rose, they fell, and repeated as one. They were mirrors of each other, always the same distance from that invisible point between them, even in contact.
Despite what Nadders may say about who really is the best, Night Furies are one of, if not the most graceful of the known dragon species. The evidence was right there in the sky. One would pull upward, the other following, pushing itself "down" until their orientations were reversed. Then, in the same move, they would go through it again, ending exactly how they began.
On the ground below, little Twilight watched her parents dance. She watched as they corkscrewed up to the clouds, then dive down in each other's embrace before pulling apart just above the calm ocean. They circled around and were together again. She sat there, a desire to be with them growing in her heart.
Later that night, the trio of Night Furies slept, Greln and Trena curled around each other. Twilight was in her mother's embrace, dreaming. She dreamed of being in the air with her mom, dad, and big brother. Together, they danced just as the two dragons had earlier.
The tune she heard was the rhythmic beat of her wings and her heart.