Graumag

Hovering over fields, small wings begin to flap, attempting to take flight in the soft warm breeze. Somewhat large footsteps sound as a certain cream colored creatu sprints and is shortly lifted off the ground, for mere seconds. He falls back towards the ground and hops up, managing not landing on his face. He keeps his steady pace and after a few leaps, he manages to spring up into the air. The warm wind rushing against his wings is sensational and it feels amazing to be able to fly. From below, his owner and the other pets around him are cheering, rooting him on. A wide grin comes to the mini dragons face. It's good to be alive.