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Description
Now that it was warming up again and the days were getting longer, there were starting to be more people coming to visit the hiking trails in the national park. Vliticus didn’t mind the occasional run-in with humans. He had gotten so good at detecting them and finding places to hide along the way that they rarely ever noticed he was there. Some of the humans he was more familiar with were allowed to interact with him, though his anxiety made sure he did not stay too long. On this particular day he eventually stumbled upon a campsite. It’s owners apparently having just left on a hiking trip. Vliticus wasn’t very comfortable with investigating the camps left behind by humans who were out to explore the same trails he enjoyed, but something about this site was different. He was particularly drawn to an unfamiliar smell near the campfire. A tall, thermos-like pot hung above the flames, steam rising from its surface. The young wind dragon carefully retrieved the pot and opened it once it had cooled off enough. Inside was a dark colored liquid that had given off the smell he was so curious about. Vliticus searched for a cup to pour this substance into before slowly giving it a taste. It was hot, but if he drank it in small sips it didn’t hurt as much. The taste was something that would need time to get used to, but the way it felt as the warm liquid slid down his throat kept Vliticus coming back for more. Before he knew it, he had drank the whole pot. The little dragon set the empty container next to the tent with some flowers he quickly gathered as an apology before continuing down the trail. He had been out exploring for a fair amount of time, and decided it was best to start making the trip back to his parents’ cave.
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The yellow dragon raced from one end of the cave to the other, as fast as his legs and his wind magic could carry him. His siblings had long since given up trying to bring him under control. Vliticus had never had this much energy before. His mind raced with the numerous ways he could put his energy to use. He wanted to explore trails. He wanted to sail his boat. He wanted to fly. There simply weren’t enough hours in a day. But none of these options could satisfy his desire for motion as effectively as running through the cave currently did. After returning to the cave entrance for what had to be the hundredth time, Vliticus settled for running in circles in the main chamber. It became his goal to catch his own tail. The yellow dragon ran faster and faster, until it felt like he would throw himself against the wall if he tripped. Vliticus finally ran out of steam and collapsed on the floor. A big smile spread across his face as he panted heavily. Even now, his mind was still thinking of ways to expend the energy he was finally burning through. His whole life boiled down to the singular purpose of finding everything that wasn’t tied to the ground, and making it fly.
… and so he slept for several hours.