Aalyth's clouded, pale blue waved his wings in the air, and strutted up to a girl who had been known to be several different colors or shapes in her week at the Den. Look! My wings are like yours! Selena, would you be able to fly with me?
Selena gasped, and threw her arms around the curious blue, "of course I would, but you'll have to grow up a little bit before you're flying, Saath." Her arm felt better, when she touched the dragon's hide - it almost looked like, no that couldn't be... Could it? "Saath, did you do this?" Selena looked at the normal-colored and painless area on her arm. It was surrounded by the angry red burn marks from her youth, but there was a thin web of healthy skin there too.
I suppose I did, I do not know. Perhaps we both did it.