Striking curled her prehensile tail around a branch, feeling the rough bark scrape against the teal blue scales. She swung onto a thicker branch, spreading her rose-colored wings for balance. On the in side of them, shades of sky-blue glinted in the warm sunlight. She could see the other RainWings curled up in their hammocks for sun time. But that wasn't her. She wasn't the dragon to be snoozing in the sun. She was the dragon who would be swinging through the trees by her tail, her talons, today, like the rest of her body, a mixture of yellows and greens, clutching a blowgun loaded with a dozen sleeping darts. She had left Shimmer, her silver-furred sloth, back at home, thinking she wouldn't enjoy the swinging upside down over and over as she hurled herself from tree to tree. Striking plucked a red, sphere-shaped fruit from the branch over head and took a bite. The gummy thing was soon stuck all over her otherwise white teeth. She sighed. "Hey, Striking!" A crimson dragon, speckled with silver and cobalt blue, barreled into her, almost knocking her clean off the tree she was perched on. Her brother grinned. "Toucan, what are you doing?" she asked. "You know I'm not much of one for sun time," he retorted, his yellow eyes bright. "Papaya is though," Striking laughed, thinking of her other, always-sleepy brother, "Come on, I'll race you to the net tree!" she called as she curled her tail around another branch. The two RainWings swung forward, so energetic, so different from the rest of their tribe.
For popycoc's Dragon CC. This is a RainWing from Wings of Fire, a book series.
