I don't remember, Copa. Chickens, maybe. Creatures who could mistake the egg of the dragon for one of their own. Or maybe, the newly hatched dragon spotted a chicken and imprinted on it, in the way that newly hatched creatures do.
She was always a dragon, Copa. Savage and beautiful and strong. She just thought she was a ~ I don't know. Like, a defective chicken. Little puffs of smoke coming out every time she tried to cluck like the chicken she believed was her mother, and whom she was forever disappointing, especially when the puffing smoke was accompanied by a little blast of fire, however tiny, and however quickly the baby dragon tried to extinguish it.
Dragons do indeed, soar and fly. That is what they do. Soar and fly and roar smoke and fire, accidentally extinguishing all kinds of evil things.
Oops.
:O)
I will find that scroll for you now.
Cedar