For this weeks Flash! Friday we had to incorporate a baby into a story about the following prompt:
The clouds whip by in a blur and Stella tightens her grip. She isn’t ready. The white gives way to blue, then green. Without warning or encouragement, her Mother lets go. This is it, her very first hunt. She tumbles, plummeting towards the ground beside the other baby dragons. There is no time to think, only fly. This is how dragons learn, with fire devouring the fear in their hearts.
Her wings catch the wind mere inches from a tiny stone house. She glides silently, scanning for the creatures. They are supposedly tall and gristly, hardly any meat. There is no sign of them, they must be hiding. The backup plan is the small white fluffy balls that are supposed to be everywhere, but there is no sign of them either. Stella’s stomach growls in protest.
There is only one option left. She eyes up her fellow hunters and licks her lips. Let the hunt begin.