The Search is Over-Chapter 5
Another hatchling who is a little female with red scales asked, "but didn't the humans judge my parents and others dragons by their appearance?" i gestured to the little hatchling, "oh, yes."
Maycor
hatchling on atlas's back.
Part 2: His Bloody Face
Passing under the shade of a gate, the hatchling looked from side to side as he followed the hatchling in front without choice. more smooth-skinned people, this time with light skin like stripped tree bark.
Shadow Cradle Chapter 3
One of the humans, the one that helped me into the home with the half-elf and the blanket, is holding the human hatchling. she seems incredibly worried about it, but i'm pretty sure the hatchling should be okay after what i did.
Maycor and Demaeter II
The young hatchling used too much effort, and she flipped herself onto her side from the force of thwacking her tail against the ground. "welldon," she repeated.
More Maycor
Distantly from the adjacent room, she could hear the chirping and squeaking of a hatchling.
The Search is Over-Chapter 12
Rain then looked out through the balcony and looked at the sky, "i was a hatchling back then, pretty much any normal hatchling, just like cody and eleanor's kid."
The Search is Over-Chapter 10
I'm not a hatchling like i was before."
Maycor and Demaeter 3
The young, brown-scaled female hatchling scampered over to the edge of the table and waved her wings for attention. "jarzzzzz!" squeaked the hatchling, then she opened her mouth wide, expectantly. atlas chuckled, while jarzyl let out an amused snort.
A Taste of the Wild
All the way from when i was a little hatchling, my grandfather always liked to tell me exciting stories about our clan's long and dramatic history." "your grandfather told you stories about interclan rivalries and war when you were a young child?
Showing Some Restraint
Her "cape" was made from a patchwork blanket that she'd used to sleep with back when she was still a young hatchling.
Jar-zyl
Maycor was still wrapped up in blankets and sleeping--the young hatchling appeared to have fallen asleep while gnawing on one of the wooden bars of the cot, and some of his drool had wet the mattress.