Robert
She was walking. She rarely ever ran, cuz she didn't see a reason to. To be fair to her, she didn't see much of anything. It wasn't quite black, but not quite white. She couldn't explain what she saw, but she knew that she saw things sometimes. It was never quite what was in front of her, but it could be more helpful than that. She heard in the minds of creatures like her that what she had was useful, but not always good. It had never occurred to her to ask them why.
 The desert beneath her claws baked her scales in the only way she'd ever known. Sometimes the ground was solid and made her claws hurt, other times it was slidy like the sand that sometimes consumed the thoughts of others. She wasn't sure which she liked better, as neither ever seemed quite like it was meant for her.
 There were no other thoughts out here. None like hers, anyways. The things outside of the Scorpion Den didn't have minds like dragons. They were all emotion and no words. 
 To anyone outside of the little world in this dragonets head, it would appear that there was a small— incredibly small— black dragon stumbling it's way through the hot, golden sands in the evening. It seemed either dazed or confused, often tripping over its own claws or throwing it's over-large wings out for balance. It seemed to be looking for something to little avail. This was all very obvious to anyone flying over due to how strictly odd a sight it was.
Stanley
I'll respond tonight... If I'm not too tired to do so. Definitely tomorrow though
Michael
Twisted'Fate was gliding through the air silently, having just finished his shopping in the Sand'Wing Kingdom, his white scales glittering in the sunlight as his black scales roasted him. He kept flying by though, he was used to the heat after having visited here many times before, and would still be. As he flew by, he noticed a small black speck on the large expanses of yellow sands. He slowly glided lower to the ground, his ears flicking as he made them out as a small dragonet, wandering. His thoughts immediately reeled as worry crossed his mind. Where were their parents? How long have they been out here? Have they ate or drank recently? 

Without much hesitation, he landed near the dragonet, giving them space so he wouldn't spook them into running away. He didn't like scaring dragonets, even though he was a little bit big and oddly colored for a Night'Wing. He then set his supplies down, making sure it didn't sink in the sand. 

"Hey there- I don't know if you can understand me, you look so young, but I want to help you. At least just getting food and water- this place is very unforgiving on the young." He whispered faintly, as his thoughts were a jumbled mess of terror, worry, and stress. His priority was to make sure this dragonet was safe, however, that was clear enough.
Robert
That was new. The dragonet didn't look up as a new star of consciousness winked into her range. Her ears twitched a little bit as she noted their apparent anxiety, but she couldn't imagine what it was from. Something about food and water. The dragonet wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty. She wouldn't have minded a lizard right about now, though. Her mind wandered to the little thoughts under a nearby rock.

 Her rather large ears perked up at the sound of someone landing on the sand not too far from her. The worrier. It had never occurred to her what other dragons looked like, but she knew that this one knew that it looked odd. She didn't much mind.

 The dragonet turned its head towards Twistedfate. It had a dazed look on its face, and it's perfectly white eyes seemed to be staring far, far past the speckled NightWing. Strikingly obvious were the teardrop scales beside either of her unfocused eyes. It didn't seem to be properly comprehending what the dragon was saying, as if it were distracted. She said nothing, but did take a few steps towards Twistedfate.
Stanley
Graahhhh mah bad. May respond soon