The tiny dragon was hardly old enough to have full control of his wings, though he had taught himself to fly and knew his limits. Instead of true flying he mostly drifted from wind current to wind current. Up in the moutains the wind never stopped but over the forest was different. Still no sign of his parents though. He knew he would instantly know them by their scales and presence alone, he just would, even though their sent had been stale by the time he had hatched. He had noticed several dragons in the air not too far away though he was hesitent to simply fly over to them, they were much bigger than he was. He angled his wings, each hardly bigger than the normal sized bush, to drop down into the shadows not too far away and managed to find himself a stream that lead to a larger lake where one of the bigger dragons had fallen. He would ting his head at the water, testing it with his tongue briefly before taking a deep breath and sliding into the water. He dove to the bottom, spreading his white wings so that he would look like the sand at the bottom of the lake to anything that might look down upon him in the sky. Hoping his camoflauge was at least somewhat decent, he slowly drifted towards the larger dragon and discovered that it wasn't alone anymore. There seemed to be two or three more dragons with the larger one now. They seemed to be talking. There was even a dragon that was only just a little bit older than he was. He tilted his head and rose up until just his ears and eyes were barely visible at the top of the water and watched them. Maybe they would know where Mother and Father was. He drew every closer, making sure that he hardly made a ripple in the water as he listened to the dragons speak.