The little black ice dragon seemed to hardly listen to the story, still trying to figure out how to swing from the vines like the strange new dragon did. He would sniff at a vine closest to him. It was an odd thing, wiggly and floppy, unlike the long slick icy cycles that he use to slide down. He kind of missed those...<br/><br/>His ears perked up at the sound of the strange instrument that the strange dragon had, it sounded kind of like the owl song that he would listen to in the mountain. He tilted his head as the music played. Still not listening to the story the dragon was telling, his head would begin to bob up and down at the tune of the instrument, kind of like a reflexive dance. His tail swayed a bit as he bobbed his head, moving just a bit closer to the strange dragon. As the music stopped he would blink, as if coming out of a trance, and glance around at the other dragons.<br/><br/>And then he noticed it. The strange thing that the dragon wore on his head. What was that? Why was it there? Was it some kind of armor or horn?  What ever it was, he wanted it. His ice like eyes grew wide as he stared up at the thing on the song dragon's head like a baby bird who's mother was holding a worm above their heads.