Lune watched Spark grab her tail. "I'm guessing that is your habit, twitching of the tail?" He tilted his head to the side, still looking at her. He glanced at the sky and saw that night was not too far off. "Would you care to go flying with me? I do love flying at this time of the day; it's dark yet not too dark." Lune spread his wings and took a few steps from Spark. "Coming?" He nodded in a random direction before leaping into the sky.<br/><br/>Nothing stirred below the mud. It was cold, and it was dark. The body of a young dragon lay under this muck, waiting to be disturbed by some force from above. Over the years the ground had shifted, leaving dips and leaving areas clear. From one such area, a long white bone stuck out of the mud. The tip of a dragon horn.