Just Like Old Times

Stormfall edged closer, her golden armour as grand and aesthetically pleasing as Avrae's and somehow covering her from head to toe. She gripped the barrier wall tight to avoid sliding off it while two children tried to copy. 'Ysei! Firgon! I told you to stay back!'

The other two dragon children stood similarly clad in intricately patterned armour. Small princelings, holding their heads high, incisors out, and smiling with delight at being their mother's favourites today. Of course, that didn't mend the sibling rivalry in the slightest, for already the troublesome two were growling and calling each other names.

Avrae shuddered but didn't move a muscle, and yet, Stormfall didn't seem to mind being the one to do the chasing as she spun with her tail whipping left and right. 'Wham. Wham. Wham.'