The villagers looked at each other, wondering who will give up their home.
”I will.” An old voice rasped, it was an elderly RainWing who had jade green scales lightly patterned with gold.
The others gasped, some murmured. “But your the eldest…where will you stay?”
The RainWing gave the dragon who questioned him a stern look, “I don’t need to stay, I’m leaving this place forever” other dragon’s scales flashed into different colors, some angry, some sad, some surprised, and some very shocked. This RainWing is saying they would die…very soon.
”This shouldn’t be a surprise. You all know I’m old of age.” The elderly RainWing said once more, flicking his tail back and forth.