The wind howled as it whipped past large wings.
but it did little to ease the anxiety gnawing at him.
The Blue dragon soared high in the sky, trying to find the scent of his kin. Each day that passed without a sign of him only heightened his worry.
It had been weeks since he found the cavern in a state of disarray.
He let out a deep, resonant sigh, his wings catching the air currents with ease as he surveyed the land below.
With a graceful dive, he disappeared into the cover of dense foliage, his form shifting seamlessly from that of a dragon to that of a tall, lithe human with blue eyes that retained a hint of draconic slits. Dressed in simple, sturdy clothing, he patted himself down and he strode purposefully towards the nearby village.
The village bustled with life as he entered, the inhabitants going about their daily routines with people shouting and moving, haggling, and the occasional clink of metal from the blacksmith's forge.
