When the white dragon child slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a ceiling she did not recognize.
It was pale and wooden, with simple beams running across it.
Very different from the jagged black stalactites of the cave she once called home.
Back in her nest high upon the snowy mountain, the ceiling had always been rough stone and hanging ice formations that glimmered faintly in the cold darkness.
But this…
This ceiling was smooth.
Warm in color.
It gave off a strange and unfamiliar sense of comfort.
For a brief moment, the young dragon simply stared upward in silence.
Then her instincts reacted.
Her body tensed.
"Ugh…!"
She suddenly tried to sit up.
The movement was too abrupt.
A sharp pain immediately shot through her head, followed by a dull ache spreading through her abdomen. The sudden wave of dizziness forced her to clutch her head as she groaned softly.
Her breathing quickened.
"W-where am I…?"
Her hazy eyes quickly scanned the room around her.
