(ah okey)

Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)

The young dragon that had been sleeping peacefully with her neat and long face under her feathery wings woke up. THe ground was shaking, and she could feel a presence. THe presure apearing was imense, unsure of what to do the young and unexperienced dragon fluffed up her fur to make her self look bigger. Nervously she gave up a roar, wich became stronger from the echo in the cave she had diged out. Howeever the roar was nervous and anxious, something any dragon would know. She knows it her self hat she is anxious and nervous, but she have to try, this is her home! Her den and her territory, therfor she have to protect it. THe white body with its blue nyanses looks almost like a ghost in this dark space, almost glowing from the damp light coming in from the distant opening. Nervously she digged her claws into the mountain, beaeing her teeths, in a atempt to look frightening. However the fluffy young dragon is anything but dangerous. If anything she is nervous and unsertain of the situation at hand.

The tapping on the cave caught his attention Felfindur poked his head out of the cave "yes" he said snaking his thick muscular neck out of the cave opening and looking at a female Dragon and what he assumed was her human

Nallia tumbles in, rolled in a ball into the cave, bumps right into Galas nose, and unfurls, looking dizzy, shes small compared to the other dragon, she looks about. Seeing Galas she hops up and seems friendly and not at all threatening.

"have you taken thine claws into the mountain face and carved it like butter into a home as a hive and honeycomb rest?" Barely makes sense, muttering as she waits for a answer, she shakes out her fur sending dust flying all over, with her presence here the spirits are restless and shake the whole mountain.

Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)

As a ball of fur rolled far enough to bump into her nose she just looked at in in surprice. Blinking her darkblue eyes she looked in amazement how it slowly unfollded, at the same time as the entire cave was shaking. As the small but really adorable dragon spoke she tilted her head to the side looking just as dumb as she felt, she honestly understood nothing of what she said. Insted she decided to answer with something simpler. "Want to play?"she said in a exited voice. Her movements became playfull and happy, in her short span of atention she forgot the shaking mountain and playfully she grabbed the small dragon in its fur. A friend! A friend to play with!

(omg omg omg, how cute!!!!!!!!!*squees*)



Nallia giggled, nuzzled to her fur, she looks up at her "we must flee like bees from this home you carved, the spirits are angry and make the earth quake as if it were a breeze, i will find you a dragon of white a safer and better cavern to sleep for the night!" she beams, boops her nose playfully.

(hehehehe, she is still a child in her subspecies.)


Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)
She looked confused at the furball before sitting down, her ears hanging to the sides almost as if her parents had yelled at her. "I was bad?"she asked in a sad voice before the littlefurball was to much to resist once again. Carefully she nibbled the fur, lifting her a bit before dropping it. Giving up a happy sound, thrilled of the soft fur and her new playmate she jumped a bit before giving up a friendly sound.

Nallia smiles, rolling on the ground, she seems happy as well. "not at all white fluufy one, the spirites are just cranky you live so close to them above them and below. Do not worry, you can come live with me on Whispers hills! which is safe and cool like here!" She tackles playfully at Galans tail.

(bed time for me)


Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)

As the fluffy furball was rolling around she playfully tried to grab her with her paws. She didnt really get what sshe was saying however as the furball tackled against he r tail she jumped away playfully but as she jumped to high and hit her head she whimpered a bit, sad she stoped in her tracks and gave up a sad sound. It really hurts hitting your head in the massive rockroof.

Nallia looks concerned and licks her nose, summoning her spirits to make the pain go away and to make her understand that she must leave due to the dangerous shaking mountain. "Follow me white one!" she scampers out of the cave.