Hatchling

"Y'can? How come?" Emmett asked, not understanding what Phoebe meant. As far as he knew she just had a new pet, and while owners could certainly get to know their pet's moods over time, minutes after the dragon had hatched he doubted she knew Pim's habits yet. He laughed as he watched the little dragon snap up the meat. "I pity the poor birds n mice outside, when y'let him out." Her reasoning for the name was odd (to him, obvious dragon names were Fang or Scales or Draco, something like that) but that was what he liked about Phoebe, that she was a little strange. Experimentally, he placed a finger near Pim's nose as you would with a cat, to let him smell. Emmett You think that luck has left you there But maybe there's nothing Up in the sky but air And there's no mystical design