The afternoon sun pierced through the branches of the ironthorn trees, casting scorching patches of light among the jumble of rocks.
An arid, scorching scent permeated the air. All life on the hill seemed to be slumbering, save for some nameless insects that buzzed tirelessly.
Raylo leaned against a massive granite boulder, completely enveloped by its shadow.
He remained motionless, his eyes peering through a fissure in the rock to periodically scan the distant sky.
In his arms, a small, furry black creature began to wriggle impatiently.
Coal Ball rubbed its small head against Raylo's chest plate, an insistent rumbling sound gurgling from its throat.
It had been waiting here for nearly two hours. For a lively and active Space Young Dragon, this was nothing short of unbearable torture.
It twisted its body, trying to slip out of Raylo's embrace and go explore the nearby undergrowth.
