David glanced quizzically at his sister, Tania, who stood smiling, her head held high. Although some dragons postured for him, it was clear far more did so for his sister. Could it be that female dragons these days all fancy the delicate type like our old man? he grumbled inwardly. Truly, the times are changing; the spirit of dragons isn't what it used to be!
His sister's appearance had inherited more of their father Attilicia's traits, while he himself leaned more towards the 'brutishly robust' style of their mother, Pafila.
"The Clan Leader summons you. Come with me," the Blue Dragon guide said, reappearing before them.
David and Tania followed the guide, walking up the long, crystallized tunnel that had been carved out by a Blue Dragon's lightning. They lost track of time until, finally, the view ahead suddenly opened up.
