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NeziulFour giant wings spread out soaking in the morning sun rays. The huge beast let out a yawn, opening it's huge maw revealing the rows of teeth. Sealameet's size was a sight to behold. There were of course larger dragons for even he could be considered young amongst a good portion of dragons but it still didn't make the site any less breathtaking, even if his scales didn't glimmer in the sunlight and of his odd features. Fur traveled down from the top of his head to the end of his tail, moving in the morning breeze. His horns, which on either side were larger then the average human height, were the only things that might of reflected some sunlight.
Sealameet lifted his body from the ground, figuring he had rested enough after his morning meal and that he should make his way to the tribe once more. With more and more dragons coming each day, it allowed him to see the newer generation as well as his own extended family. Not only was the festival for those wishing to jump in ages, it was a time to reconnect with his own family one that seemed to only grow over every few centuries. No doubt this year would be no different, at least fifty years ago his parents had spoken about having another clutch of eggs and perhaps now they would. In the first two generations they had given birth too though, Sealameet was the only one who had yet to take on a partner and he knew that would be a conversation he would have to deal with once more.
As he took flight, the trees groaned and ached at the rushing wind below his powerful wings and then he was off, soaring high into the sky enjoying the morning's warmth and the wind rushing past him. It seemed to only be seconds to him before he was landing once more on the ground near the outskirts of the tribe where there were dragons all ready gathering. He folded his wings up and made his way over to a few other dragons to great them and honor the elder generation amongst them.
She let out a groan as she awoke. She was definitely not much of a morning dragon to say the least. Her love for this time of day only showed when she had once gathered some form of breakfast to eat. She slithered out of her cave letting the sun rays soak into her wings, waking her up slightly as she took off, still partially asleep but none the less she had to make it to the tribe. Despite being tired still, the one thing she loved about the festival were the returning friends as well as family, especially one older brother in particular. He had seen the world and she wanted to do the same but until she found the time, his stories would be the best thing to keep her curiosity satisfied.
Upon arriving to the tribe she could all ready seen many had gathered, some were in groups while others were walking and squeezing by. She could no doubt imagine more were in compact forms as well fitting far better in the built tribe then a rather huge dragon could. Her eyes began to look around for family as well as friends, along with perhaps some new faces she could make friends with.
