<span style="color: #40BFFF">A short ways off, a creature scurried through the forest grasses and shrubs, a glimmering and scaly hide crudely sticking out of place against the lush colours of life surrounding it. A horned head with two big, bright eyes would stick up and blink over at the nearby gathering of strange folk, silvery-blue eyes blinking with curiosity as a spade-ended tail swished about in unison. <br/><br/>Alleo, the wyrmling Dragon, had successfully discovered something without getting spotted first! At least, she thought. Pride swelled in her chest anyway, as she eyed the centre of her study; though not without a strong sense of wariness, as the hatchling knew better than to let her guard down. <br/><br/>If any bothered to look her way, they would most likely see the crystalline - and rather tiny - Dragonette, spying off at them and occasionally stretching out her wings with a wiggle. She was virtually a harmless creature at this age, no larger than a cat, but the stigma of Dragons varied from region to region. Alleo herself had been chased off into the woods by angry villagers more than once in her short young life, as those who ever came across a hatchling took heed to look up at the skies for a circling parent - And had little patience to keep the tiny Dragon around out of the fear of one. Most had no idea that she was without guardians, and those that figured this sad fact out made immediate efforts to try and slay her.<br/><br/>In the forest, however, the wyrmling felt safe. It was not that she had the benefit of camouflage, because she obviously had not this power with a body that glowed like a torch; It was the charming effect she had on most simple wildlife around her that kept her in the safety of the woods. Alleo had no problem hiding behind bears, boars and other frightening beasts when she was afraid, and most did not want to fight unnecessary wars for the life of a whelp such as herself. Of course, this particular part of the forest was new turf to her, though she had convinced herself that rubbing the side of her body on a couple of trunks was enough to claim it as her territory. <br/><br/>Some of the creatures ahead were foreign to her. A strange reptilian paw-thing, and a bunch of two-legs - One of which, had wings and a tail, and seemed to have a strange sense about him that was like pretty flowers, or nice sounds. At least the other two-legs and what she called a "Wing-wing buzzy" were familiar enough to her, though the fact that one also sported a tail brought much confusion to her child-like mind. <br/><br/>"Not-seen much-how, is not good, yes yes?" She mumbled to herself, her voice alike a toddler's albeit much chirps and cooes under each word. Plopping her rump down, she waited and watched from the safety of the grasses, ready to bolt off if one tried anything she considered... Sneaky.   </span>