Borial perked up a bit when the man began to speak in his tongue, horribly broken, but still Draconian. His hide twitched some as he approached the man again, his head tilting to the side. He hadnâ€™t had wings, but he climbed, from the surface? Borial wasnâ€™t a baby, he was 4 months old, his mind very advanced, dragons matured and grew up faster in their younger years. Something that was developed so that the young wouldnâ€™t die young, but learn quickly and have a fighting chance, but the growth slowed around a year. So within 8 more months, his growth would slow.<br/><br/>The young drake sat on his haunches and observed the man. â€œYou have no wings? And you climbed from the surface? Whatâ€™s it like up there?â€ Turning his ruby gaze to world outside the cave Borial sighed. Hearing a question directed to him, he turned back to look at the man. â€œI have been here for weeks, a month maybe?â€ He couldnâ€™t remember when his parents had left him and this made him sad, how could he forget his own parents? Shaking his head looked back outside, he was terribly hungry, and there was no way he could climb, nor fly in his state. He didnâ€™t even know how to fly, his wing joints hadnâ€™t matured enough for him to hold his body aloft.<br/><br/>â€œWhy are you here?â€ was his next question as he somberly walked to the edge of the cliff to watch the waves like he always did.