As we walked through the cave, Father led the way, with Mother and me following closely behind. We moved through the familiar tunnels, the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls. After a while, Father stopped at a small chamber filled with a variety of food – fish, fruits, and other delicacies.
"Let's eat here," Father said, his eyes scanning the spread before us. "It's one of my favorite spots."
Mother nodded, and we dug in, savoring the flavors and textures of the food. I enjoyed the meal, feeling grateful for my parents' care and provision.
As we ate, I noticed a small stream running through the chamber, its crystal-clear water reflecting the soft glow of the luminescent rocks that lined the walls of Drakon Spire, our mountain cave home. I dipped my claws in the water, feeling the cool liquid soothe my scales.
After we finished eating, Father leaned back, satisfied. "That was a good meal," he said, his voice content.
Mother smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "Indeed it was. Tharros, are you ready to head back to our nesting area?" she asked, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the cave.
I nodded, feeling full and happy. We began to make our way back, the familiar tunnels of Drakon Spire guiding us through the darkness. As we walked, I thought about all the things I wanted to learn from my parents – about navigating the depths of Drakon Spire, about mastering my dragon abilities, and about the world beyond our mountain home.
As we walked, Father pointed out various landmarks and features of the cave, teaching me about the geology and history of Drakon Spire. Mother chimed in occasionally, adding her own insights and stories. I listened intently, soaking up every detail like a sponge.
As we approached the nesting area, I saw my siblings playing and laughing together. Lyriath and Vyraxys were engaged in a mock battle, their claws swiping through the air as they chased each other around the chamber. Nyxoria and Lyrixa were building a small structure out of rocks and debris, their faces intent on their creation. Kaidorix and Kieraxys were playing a game of hide-and-seek, their giggles echoing off the walls. And little Niamon was sitting on the sidelines, watching the commotion with wide eyes and a happy smile.
"Time for a nap, I think," Mother said, smiling at the chaos. "Let's get everyone settled in."
Father nodded, and together they began to herd the siblings towards their respective nesting areas. I yawned, feeling the warmth and comfort of the cave wash over me. It was going to be a nice rest.
Father grabbed me and walked to another location of the cave and placed me down, and wrapped me around with his wings above me.
Father smiled and said. "Well, Tharros! My little strong boy!"
I smiled, feeling happy and content in Father's warm embrace. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, feeling the softness of his albino scales. "I love you, Father," I said, my voice muffled.
Father's wings wrapped tighter around me, and he whispered, "I love you too, Tharros. Sleep tight, my little one." I felt his warm breath on my scales, and soon, I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by Father's protective wings and the comforting darkness of the cave.
As I slept, I felt safe and protected, knowing that Father was watching over me. His gentle breathing and the sound of his heartbeat lulled me into a deep sleep. I didn't stir until the next morning, when the warmth of the cave and the sound of my siblings' gentle movements woke me up.
I stretched my wings and yawned, feeling refreshed and ready for the new day. Father smiled at me, his eyes shining with warmth. "Good morning, Tharros," he said, gently unwrapping his wings from around me. "Time to start the day."
I nodded, feeling excited to see what the day would bring. I looked around and saw my siblings starting to wake up and stretch, their eyes blinking sleepily. Mother was already up, watching over us with a gentle smile.
Father smiled. "I'm going to eat something, and little there is meat for you to eat over there!"
Mother looks at Father "Aetherius I'm coming with you and keep an eye on you to make sure you won't gluttony yourself again!" Father chuckled and nodded.
"Ah, Thyriatrix, always keeping me in check," Father said with a grin. "I'll try to control myself, but no promises." He winked at Mother, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
The two of them set off towards the direction of the food, with Mother keeping a watchful eye on Father. I watched them go, then turned my attention to the meat Father had pointed out. It was a small carcass, perfectly sized for a hatchling like me. I dug in, savoring the taste and texture of the meat.
As I ate, I watched my siblings start to stir and get ready for the day. Lyriath and Vyraxys were already arguing over who got to play with a particular rock, while Nyxoria and Lyrixa were giggling and chasing each other around the nesting area. Kaidorix and Kieraxys were trying to get Niamon to join in on their game, but she was too busy babbling and waving her claws in the air.
I look at my younger siblings "as the oldest I need to say something!"
I question, "What do you think Father going came back fat or flat but with food?"
And all of them answered in unison. "FAT!"
I chuckled at their unanimous response. "Well, let's hope Mother keeps him in check then," I said with a grin. Just then, I heard Father and Mother returning, and I turned to see if my siblings' prediction had come true.
As they entered the nesting area, Father was indeed looking a bit more rounded than before, with a satisfied smile on his face. Mother was shaking her head, laughing. "I swear, Aetherius, you're going to burst at the seams one of these days," she said, playfully scolding him.
Father just chuckled and handed out the food he had brought back, making sure each of us had enough to eat. "Hey, a dragon's gotta keep his strength up, right?" he said, winking at us.
Mother sighed, "And I have to drag you all the way up here, and you're so heavy!" She yelled.
Father's face fell, and he looked at Mother with a sheepish grin. "Ah, Thyriatrix, I think I might have overdone it just a bit this time," he admitted, rubbing his belly.
The siblings and I burst out laughing at the sight of Father's embarrassed expression. Even Mother couldn't help but crack a smile, despite her teasing. "You think?" she said, shaking her head. "Let's just hope you can still fly properly after this meal."
Father tries to roll around to get his feet on the ground but can't.
My younger siblings and I erupted into laughter again, holding our bellies as we watched Father struggle to roll over. He grunted and groaned, his face red with effort, but his bloated stomach made it impossible for him to get his feet under him.
Mother chuckled and patted him on the head. "Maybe you should just take a nap, dear. You seem a bit...stuffed." She smiled, trying to stifle her giggles.
Father looked up at her, his eyes pleading for help. "Just...just give me a minute," he grunted, trying again to roll over. But it was no use – he was stuck, and we were all in hysterics.
I question, "Hey father, what did you eat this time? and how many?" Father couldn't answer but blushes bright red.
The siblings and I laughed even harder at Father's embarrassed expression. Mother just shook her head, smiling. "Let's just say Aetherius found the fish storage chamber again," she said, trying to hide her grin.
Father's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he looked away, his embarrassment evident. I couldn't help but tease him a bit. "Father, you're going to burst into scales if you keep eating like that!" I said, giggling.
The others joined in, making jokes and teasing Father good-naturedly. Even Mother couldn't resist joining in on the fun, playfully scolding Father for his gluttony.
Mother placed her claws on Father, very rounded, and said. "He also ate than just the fish!"
I question, "What else did he eat?"
Mother's eyes sparkled with amusement as she said, "Let's just say Aetherius had a little taste of the cave's finest delicacies...including the giant squid, the batch of freshly caught rabbits, and...the leftover mammoth meat from last week's hunt."
The siblings and I gasped in shock, our eyes wide with wonder. Father's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he looked away, his embarrassment evident.
"And that's why he's so stuffed!" Lyriath exclaimed, laughing. "Father, you're a bottomless pit!" Vyraxys chimed in, chuckling.
Father just shook his head, his face still red, but a small smile playing on his lips. "I just got a little carried away," he said, sheepishly.
Niamon question: "Can you describe at least Mother?! The amount and what he ate?" Mother nodded.
Mother took a deep breath, a serious expression on her face. "Alright, little one. Let's see... Aetherius ate 5 giant squids, 7 rabbits, 3 large fish, and a quarter of the mammoth meat we stored away. And if I recall correctly, he also snacked on 2 batches of cave mushrooms and a few handfuls of crystal berries."
The siblings and I stared at Father in awe, our mouths agape. "Wow, Father, you're a vacuum cleaner!" Kaidorix exclaimed, laughing.
Father looked up, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Hey, a dragon's gotta eat, right?" he said, chuckling. "And I'm just really good at it."
Mother teasing. "You are very good at keeping your belly from not erupted again!"
Niamon questioned and looked confused. "What do you mean erupted again? Mother." she asks.
Mother smiled mischievously. "Well, little one, sometimes when your father eats too much, his stomach gets a bit...unhappy. And last time, it was rather...explosive."
The siblings and I burst out laughing again, remembering the time Father's overeating had led to a rather messy situation. Father's face turned bright red once more, and he looked away, embarrassed.
Niamon's eyes widened in understanding, and she giggled. "Oh, Father's stomach has a volcano!" she exclaimed, making us all laugh even harder.
I smiled "Yeah father did erupt more than once before your egg was laid!"
Father's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he looked at me, his eyes pleading for mercy. "Tharros, don't remind them of my... digestive issues," he said, chuckling. The siblings and I laughed even harder, teasing Father good-naturedly about his eating habits. Even Mother joined in, playfully scolding Father for his gluttony.
Niamon looked up at Father with wide eyes, "Father's stomach is a volcano!" she exclaimed, giggling. "I'm gonna remember that!" Father just shook his head, laughing.
As we continued to tease Father, Mother intervened, "Alright, alright, let's not pick on Aetherius too much. He's learned his lesson, I'm sure." She smiled at Father, who was still chuckling. The commotion had attracted the attention of some of the other dragons in the nearby areas of Drakon Spire. We heard some curious glances and soft laughter from the other dragons, but they didn't intrude on our family moment.
After our laughter died down, Father looked at us with a mock-stern expression. "You know, I think I've had enough teasing for one day. Who's up for some training?" The siblings and I exchanged excited glances. Training was always a highlight of our day, and we loved spending time with Father, learning new skills and strengthening our bond. "I am! I am!" Lyriath and Vyraxys exclaimed in unison, already getting into position.
Mother smiled and nodded. "I'll take Niamon for a walk while you all train. She needs some fresh air and exercise, and I'll start working on her flying lessons soon." She gently scooped up Niamon, who giggled and wrapped her claws around Mother's neck.
As Mother walked away with Niamon, Father began to outline the training exercises for the day. "Today, we'll work on refining our aerial acrobatics and practicing our claws-out drills in mid-air. Let's get started!" The siblings and I cheered, eager to begin our training session with Father and show off our flying skills.
With a loud roar, we launched ourselves into the air, our wings beating in unison as we soared through the cavernous space of Drakon Spire. Father led the way, his albino scales glistening in the soft light of the luminescent rocks.
We practiced our aerial acrobatics, performing intricate maneuvers and formations with ease. Lyriath and Vyraxys showed off their skills, executing flawless barrel rolls and dives. Nyxoria and Lyrixa worked on their synchronicity, flying in perfect tandem. Kaidorix and Kieraxys played a game of aerial tag, chasing each other through the air with joyful roars.
As for me, Tharros, I focused on perfecting my claws-out drills, extending my claws and retracting them with precision as I swooped and dived through the air. Father offered words of encouragement and constructive feedback, helping me refine my technique.
After a thrilling hour of training, Father called out, "Alright, youngsters! Let's wrap up for today. Land safely and let's head back to the nesting area for some well-deserved rest." We obeyed, gradually descending and landing with varying degrees of success. Some of us stumbled or wobbled, but Father was always there to offer guidance and support.
As we made our way back to the nesting area, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond we shared as a family and the joy of learning and growing together.
I look at Father very rounded and bulging belly. "Hey Father, can you try to get up again?" I said, and Father shook his head.
Father chuckled and rubbed his belly. "I think I'm stuck in this position for a while, Tharros. Your mother was right, I might have overdone it this time." He looked up at me with a sheepish grin. "Maybe you and your siblings can help me get up?"
The siblings and I giggled at the thought of trying to lift Father. "We'll try, Father!" Lyriath said, and we all positioned ourselves around him, trying to push and pull him up. However, Father's bulk proved too much for us, and we ended up tumbling and laughing instead.
Father laughed along with us, his belly shaking with mirth. "I think I'm going to need your mother's help to get up from this one," he said, still chuckling.
I chuckled "well you are a 75-meter tall dragon, and I'm the biggest at 10-meters tall!"
Father laughed even harder, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, Tharros, I think size-wise, I'm a bit too big for you and your siblings to lift. Maybe I'll just have to wait for your mother to come and help me out."
The siblings and I giggled some more, enjoying the lighthearted moment with Father. Despite his current predicament, Father's good humor and playful nature made us feel happy and at ease.
I giggled. "I think Mother won't help you at all!"
Father's expression turned mock-desperate, and he looked at me with pleading eyes. "Oh, Tharros, don't say that! Your mother would never leave me stranded like this... would she?" He glanced around nervously, hoping Mother might be nearby to rescue him.
Just then, Mother walked into view, Niamon perched on her shoulder. She took one look at Father's predicament and raised an eyebrow. "Well, Aetherius, it seems you're having a bit of trouble getting up. Perhaps you should be more mindful of your eating habits?" She tried to stifle a smile, but Niamon giggled at Father's misfortune.
Father's face turned a deep shade of red as Mother's words struck a chord. "Ah, Thyriatrix, you're not going to let me live this down, are you?" he asked, his voice laced with mock resignation.
Mother chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, maybe not just yet, Aetherius. After all, someone has to keep you in check." She walked closer to Father, Niamon still perched on her shoulder, and gazed down at him with a teasing glint in her eye.
The siblings and I watched the exchange with wide grins, enjoying the playful banter between our parents. Niamon, sensing the lighthearted atmosphere, giggled and reached out to pat Father's belly, saying "Volcano!" in a high-pitched voice.
Father couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his family enjoying his predicament. "Alright, alright. I think I've learned my lesson. Thyriatrix, would you be so kind as to help me up?" He looked up at Mother with a sheepish expression, his eyes pleading for mercy.
Mother smiled and nodded, carefully handing Niamon to me before using her claws to gently pull Father into a sitting position, and then help him stand up. "There you go, Aetherius. Maybe next time you'll think twice before overeating." She patted his belly playfully, and Father chuckled, still looking a bit sheepish.
Father's attempt to get up was a bit more complicated than he anticipated. As he tried to stand, his rounded and bulging belly threw off his balance, and he stumbled forward. His four muscular legs struggled to support his massive body, and he let out a startled "oomph" as he fell forward.
The ground shook beneath him as he landed with a thud, his belly jiggling and almost touching the ground. The siblings and I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight. Niamon giggled uncontrollably, holding her belly in laughter.
Mother chuckled and shook her head, "Aetherius, maybe you should take it easy for a while." She walked over to him, a hint of amusement still in her voice. "Do you need some help getting up again?"
Father gently stood up, but the weight of his belly was so obvious.
As Father stood up, his belly jiggled and swayed, making it clear that his weight was indeed centered around his midsection. The siblings and I exchanged amused glances, trying not to giggle again. Mother smiled warmly at Father, her expression a mix of affection and playful teasing.
"Perhaps we should work on some belly-reducing exercises, dear Aetherius?" she suggested, her voice laced with gentle humor. Father chuckled good-naturedly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I think that's a wonderful idea, my love," he replied, his deep voice rumbling. "But for now, let's just enjoy the rest of our day, shall we?" He smiled at us, his expression warm and inviting.
As Father smiled at us, the siblings and I chirped and chattered in agreement, our high-pitched voices filling the cave. Mother leaned in and gently nuzzled Father's cheek, her light green scales glinting in the soft light.
"I think that's a wonderful idea, Aetherius," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Why don't we head back to the nesting area and see what kind of trouble Niamon can get into next?" She smiled at our youngest sibling, who giggled and stumbled forward, her lavender scales shining.
Father chuckled and nodded, his belly jiggling slightly as he moved. "Sounds like a plan to me," he said, his deep voice rumbling. "Let's get moving, family." And with that, we tumbled and staggered towards the nesting area, our claws clicking on the stone floor.
As we walked, Kaidorix and Kieraxys played a game of chase, their forest green and copper scales flashing as they darted back and forth. Lyriath and Vyraxys practiced their roars, their navy-blue and dark bronze scales puffing out as they let out mighty bellows. Nyxoria and Lyrixa played with Niamon, their amethyst and rose gold scales glinting as they tickled and teased her.
I watched my siblings with a smile, my silver scales shining in the dim light. We were a rambunctious bunch, but we loved each other dearly, and our parents were always there to guide and protect us.
My wolf-fox like ears twitched, and father noticed, "You know! Sometimes, I wonder why you are the only one dragons at least seen that have those kinds of ears?!" Father said.
I tilted my head, my wolf-fox like ears perked up even more as I pondered Father's question. "I don't know, Father," I replied, my voice filled with curiosity. "Maybe it's just a special trait that I inherited from somewhere?" I wondered aloud, my tail swishing back and forth as I thought.
Father chuckled and nodded, his albino scales glinting in the soft light. "Well, whatever the reason, it's certainly unique. And I think it suits you quite well, Tharros." He smiled at me, his eyes warm with affection.
Father mumbled, "But I myself know that it is kinda impossible that it is someway an inherent and special trait."
Father's gaze snapped back to me, and he smiled, his expression clearing. "Oh, yes, Tharros, I'm fine. Just a bit of a memory jog, that's all." He chuckled and ruffled my scales with a claw. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing to do with your ears, exactly. Just... old memories, that's all." He seemed to hesitate, as if unsure how much to reveal.
Pov Aetherius
I look at Tharros, my son, and smile, and Tharros question again, "You sure it not about my ears? I won't get too upset if you do, in fact, wondering about my ears!"
I gazed at Tharros, my silver-scaled son, and his curious expression made me smile. His wolf-fox like ears perked up, as if listening for my response. I chuckled and leaned in, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
"Alright, alright, Tharros. I'll admit it. Your ears do remind me of... something. But it's not something I can quite put my claw on. Let's just say it's a peculiar coincidence, and I'll need some time to think about it." I smiled reassuringly, not wanting to alarm him. "Don't worry, it's probably nothing important."
I smiled. "And I know, in fact, that it is not an inherent in some way! But I feel like I have seen it before, but where?!"
I let out a thoughtful rumble, my tail swishing back and forth as I pondered the mystery of Tharros' ears. "Hmm, it's frustrating when a memory is just out of reach, isn't it?"
I mused, my eyes narrowing as I tried to recall where I might have seen something similar. "I'll keep thinking on it, Tharros. Maybe something will jog my memory."
I smiled at him, hoping that one day I'd be able to uncover the truth behind his unique features.
My stomach growled, and I slowly turned my head towards Thyriatrix "dear I'm sure it not hunger!"
Thyriatrix looks at me and doesn't look happy "Aetherius your belly, is now very rounded and bulging and almost touching the ground, and your stomach suddenly growled!"
Pov Tharros
I tried to stifle a giggle as Mother's eyes narrowed at Father's rounded belly. "Aetherius, you're not fooling anyone with that innocent act," she said, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice despite her stern tone. "Your stomach is growling, and it's probably because you're hungry again."
Father looked sheepish, his albino scales flushing slightly as he rubbed his belly. "Well, maybe just a little snack wouldn't hurt," he said, his deep voice rumbling.
Mother raised an eyebrow, but a small smile played on her lips. "I'll go find something for you to eat," she said, shaking her head in amusement.
Mother's eyes flashed with mock sternness as she glared at Father. "If your stomach growled again! I will be mad at you!" she exclaimed, trying to hide a smile.
Father held up his claws in a defensive gesture, his expression contrite. "I promise, my love, I'll try to control my hunger," he said, his deep voice soothing.
The rest of us watched the exchange with amusement, knowing that Father's appetite was a running joke in our family.
As Mother continued to tease Father about his appetite, the rest of us dragons couldn't help but chime in with our own playful jabs.
"Yeah, Father, you're always eating!" Kaidorix exclaimed, his forest green scales glinting with amusement.
"I know, right?" Lyriath chimed in, his navy-blue and red scales shimmering. "It's like he has a bottomless stomach!"
Father chuckled good-naturedly, his albino scales gleaming with amusement. "Hey, I'm just trying to keep my strength up," he said, his deep voice rumbling.
Mother playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you are, dear," she said, smiling. "But maybe try to pace yourself, hmm?"
Mother left to get something for Father to eat and stop his stomach from growling again.
Lyriath looked at fat and grin and said, "I think your stomach will growled again after eating! Father."
Father playfully glared at Lyriath, his albino scales flushing slightly. "Hey, watch it, young one," he said, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "I'll have you know, I'm a growing dragon, and I need plenty of fuel to keep going." Lyriath chuckled, his navy-blue and red scales glinting with mischief. "Yeah, growing around the middle, maybe," he teased, and the rest of us dragons laughed at Father's expense.
As we laughed, Kieraxys, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly piped up with his own contribution to the teasing. "Father, you're going to roll away like a boulder!" he exclaimed, his copper scales shining with mirth.
Father chuckled and ruffled Kieraxys' scales with a claw. "Well, at least I'm not the smallest one in the family anymore," he said, smiling.
Niamon, who had been playing nearby, toddled over to Father and wrapped her tiny claws around his leg. "You're so silly, Father," she said, her voice sweet and clear. "But I love you anyway."
Father's expression softened, and he scooped up Niamon in a gentle hug. "Ah, Niamon, you're always so sweet," he said, his deep voice full of affection.
Just then, Mother returned with a large chunk of meat, which she presented to Father with a smile. "Here you go, dear," she said. "Eat up, and try to keep your strength up."
Father smiled and started eating, and when he finished, his stomach growled again.
Mother doesn't look happy, "Aetherius!" She yelled
Father looked sheepish, his albino scales flushing slightly as he held up his claws in a defensive gesture. "I know, I know, my love," he said, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "I guess I'm just really hungry today."
Mother raised an eyebrow, her light green scales glinting with skepticism. "Hungry?" she repeated. "You're not hungry, Aetherius, you're insatiable. I'm starting to think you have a bottomless stomach."
The rest of us dragons burst out laughing at Mother's teasing, and even Father couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, someone has to keep the food industry thriving," he said, grinning.
Mother gave a force smile. "If I heard one more growled, I will make your stomach stop growling but not a violent way!" She said in an angry tone.
Father's grin faltered, and he looked at Mother with a mixture of amusement and wariness. "I think I'll try to keep my stomach under control, my love," he said, his deep voice soothing. "No need for any... drastic measures."
Mother's eyes narrowed, but a hint of a smile played on her lips. "See that you do, Aetherius," she said, her voice still stern but slightly softer.
The rest of us dragons watched the exchange with interest, knowing that Mother's threats were usually just a front for her affection. Father, sensing the tension had been broken, leaned over and gave Mother a gentle nuzzle. "I promise to behave, my love," he said, his voice full of affection.
Father stomach growled again, and Father face turned into fear.
Mother's eyes widened in mock surprise, and then a sly smile spread across her face. "Aetherius, you shouldn't have," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
Father's fear turned to panic, and he backed away slowly, his albino scales glistening with a hint of sweat. "No, no, no, my love," he said, his deep voice trembling with mock fear. "I'll be good, I promise!"
The rest of us dragons burst out laughing at the sight of Father's antics, and even Mother couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, Aetherius," she said, shaking her head. "You're such a goofball."
As we laughed, Father's panic turned to relief, and he let out a dramatic sigh. "I thought for sure I was a goner," he said, wiping his brow with a claw.
Mother playfully rolled her eyes. "You'd think you'd learn to control your stomach by now," she teased.
Father grinned. "Hey, I'm a growing dragon, remember? I need to eat a lot to keep up with the kids."
Kieraxys chimed in, "Yeah, and you're growing in all the wrong places, Father!"
The room erupted in laughter again, and Father chuckled along with us, his albino scales shining with amusement. "Well, at least I'm consistent," he said, chuckling.
Mother gave a force smiled "Aetherius can you walk towards while you're jiggling and wobbled belly that is almost touching the grow here right now!" Father hesitated.
Father's eyes darted around the room, and he looked like he was weighing his options. "Ah, my love, I don't know if that's such a good idea," he said, his deep voice hesitant.
Mother's smile turned into a sly grin. "Oh, come on, Aetherius. It'll be fun, I promise. Just a little walk."
Father sighed, knowing he was beaten. "Fine," he said, standing up and waddling towards Mother.
As he walked, his belly jiggled and wobbled with each step, and the rest of us dragons couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight. Father's face turned bright red with embarrassment, but he couldn't help but chuckle along with us.
As Father continued to waddle towards Mother, his belly jiggling with each step, Lyriath laughed so hard he fell over onto his side. "Father, you're... you're... wobbling like a giant jelly!" he exclaimed, holding his sides.
Kieraxys giggled uncontrollably, his copper scales shining with mirth. "And his scales are shaking too!" he added, pointing at Father's albino scales.
Niamon clapped her claws together, laughing with gleeful abandon. "Ga ga ga! Father funny!" she exclaimed.
Mother was laughing so hard she had to hold onto the wall to keep herself upright. "Aetherius, you're killing us!" she said, tears streaming down her face.
Father chuckled along with us, his embarrassment forgotten in the face of our infectious laughter. "I guess I'm just a natural comedian," he said, grinning.
She steps back and turns and gives her father a good tail slash and walks off without saying a word.
The room fell silent as we stared at Mother in surprise. Father's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a pained yelp as he clutched at his side.
"Ow, Thyriatrix! That was a bit harsh, don't you think?" he said, rubbing his sore spot.
Mother chuckled and shook her head. "I the one who's been watching you eat too much, Aetherius," she said, smiling.
The rest of us dragons burst out laughing again, and even Father couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess I deserved that," he said, grinning.
Father took 1 step, and he slipped and fell down on his side.
The room erupted in a fit of laughter and cheers as Father landed on his side with a thud. His belly jiggled and wobbled even more dramatically than before, and his albino scales shone with a faint sheen of embarrassment.
Mother rushed over to help him up, still chuckling. "Aetherius, are you okay?" she asked, trying to stifle her giggles.
Father groaned, rubbing his side. "I think I'm going to need a few more snacks to recover from this fall," he said, grinning.
The rest of us dragons laughed even harder, and Niamon, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't help but giggle again. "Hahaha! Father clumsy!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with mirth.
As Mother helped Father to his feet, he leaned on her for support, still chuckling. "Well, I guess I'm a bit of a clumsy dragon," he said, smiling sheepishly.
Lyriath, still laughing, clapped Father on the back. "You're definitely a unique dragon, Father," he said, grinning.
Kieraxys, who had been quiet for a moment, suddenly piped up. "Father, you're like a big, scaly ball!" he exclaimed, giggling.
Father playfully ruffled Kieraxys' scales. "Hey, watch it, young one," he said, laughing. "I'm still a dignified dragon, even if I am a bit clumsy."
The room continued to echo with laughter and good-natured teasing, and Father took it all in stride, knowing that he was loved and accepted by his family, quirks and all.
Father questioned, "Uhh Thyriatrix, can you help me get back from standing up again? I can't get up, and the hatchlings can't help, and Tharros is the biggest one that can't help even their combined strength!" Mother shook her head and walked away.
Father looked up at Mother's retreating back, a pleading expression on his face. "Thyriatrix, don't leave me hanging!" he called out, his deep voice laced with amusement.
But Mother just chuckled and waved a claw over her shoulder. "You're on your own, Aetherius," she said, laughing.
My siblings, including Niamon, giggled and pointed at Father, clearly entertained by his predicament. despite my size, tried to help, but ended up slipping and falling next to Father.
Father groaned, laughing. "I think I need to call for backup," he said, his voice shaking with mirth.
I tried to help Father up, but my own legs slipped out from under me and I landed with a thud next to him. Father and I looked at each other, both of us laughing.
"Guess we're both down for the count, huh?" Father said, grinning.
I chuckled, feeling a bit silly. "Looks like it, Father," I replied, trying to push myself up.
But Father just shook his head. "Don't bother, Tharros. I think we're going to need some serious backup to get out of this one."
As we lay there, helpless and laughing, the rest of the family seemed to be enjoying the show. Niamon giggled and pointed at us, while Lyriath and Kieraxys were in hysterics. Mother, on the other hand, was walking away, chuckling to herself.
"You're on your own, Aetherius," she called out over her shoulder, waving a claw in farewell.
I looked at Father, and we both burst out laughing again. This was definitely a moment we would never forget.
I gazed up at Father, his massive 75-meter frame towering above me as we both erupted into laughter. The absurdity of the situation was just too much to bear.
I shook my head, chuckling, and managed to say, "I guess my strength isn't enough to lift you, Father," while grinning up at him.
Father's face lit up with amusement, his albino scales glistening as he nodded in agreement. "I think you're right, Tharros," he said, his deep voice rumbling with laughter. "I'm afraid I'm a bit too big and heavy for you to lift."
I laughed, feeling a bit more at ease, and replied, "Yeah, I think you're right, Father. Maybe we should just stay down here and enjoy the show."
As we lay there, the rest of the family continued to enjoy the spectacle. Niamon giggled and pointed at us, while Lyriath and Kieraxys were in hysterics. Mother walked away, still chuckling to herself.
In that moment, I realized that it was moments like these that reminded me of the importance of family and the memories we create together. We might have our quirks and mishaps, but we had each other, and that's all that mattered.
As we lay there, enjoying the laughter and warmth of the moment, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved my family. Despite our differences in size and age, we all shared a deep bond that brought us together in times like these.
Kieraxys, still giggling, crawled over to us and started making silly faces at Father's sprawled-out body. "Ha ha, Father's a giant pancake!" he exclaimed, his copper scales shining with mirth.
Lyriath and the others joined in, making jokes and teasing Father good-naturedly. I smiled, feeling grateful for these moments of levity and joy.
Mother, still chuckling to herself, called out from a distance, "I'll go get some refreshments. This is going to be a long afternoon!"
Father's laughter rumbled even louder at her comment, and I couldn't help but join in. We were definitely going to be here for a while.
As the afternoon wore on, we continued to laugh and joke together, creating memories that would last a lifetime. And despite the chaos and absurdity of the situation, I knew that this was what family was all about – loving each other, quirks and all.
I look at my younger siblings "Hey want to see me using Father's large fat belly as a drum? I did do that in the past!"
My younger siblings' eyes widened with excitement as I suggested using Father's large belly as a drum. Kieraxys, still giggling, exclaimed, "Ooh, yeah! Do it, Tharros! Do it!"
Lyriath and the others nodded enthusiastically, their faces lighting up with anticipation. Niamon, still giggling, clapped her hands together in excitement.
Father, still lying on the ground, looked up at me with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. "Tharros, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling with laughter.
But I just grinned mischievously and said, "Come on, Father! It'll be fun! I promise I'll be gentle."
With that, I climbed onto Father's massive belly and started tapping out a rhythm. The sound was deep and resonant, and my siblings cheered and clapped along. Father chuckled and shook his head, but he couldn't help but laugh along with us.
Father sighed. "As long you don't sing a song, it may be fine, I guess!" I nodded.
But before I could even start drumming properly, Kieraxys chimed in, "Oh, Tharros, sing a song! Sing a song!" The others joined in, chanting "Sing! Sing!" in unison.
I grinned mischievously, knowing I had been caught. "Alright, alright! But don't say I didn't warn you, Father!" I said, winking at him.
Father's eyes widened in mock horror, but it was too late. I started drumming on his belly and singing a ridiculous song at the top of my lungs. The others laughed and cheered, and even Mother, who had returned with refreshments, couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle.
Here's a continuation with Tharros singing a song:
I started drumming on Father's belly and singing at the top of my lungs.
"Father's belly's big and round
A drum so fine, a joyous sound
I'll tap and tap with gleeful cheer
Father's laughter echoes far and near."
The music notes echoed through the air as I sang, with each beat resonating deep within Father's belly. My siblings clapped and cheered along, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
"We'll laugh and play and have a ball, Father's belly's the best drum of all, I'll sing and drum with joyful zest, In this family, love is always best."
Father couldn't help but chuckle at my silly song, and Mother smiled warmly, watching her family bond over music and laughter. The atmosphere was filled with joy, and the memory of this moment would be cherished forever.
As I finished my song, my siblings erupted into applause, cheering and whistling for more. Father laughed, his belly shaking beneath me, and Mother joined in, her light green scales glistening with happiness.
Kieraxys, still clapping, exclaimed, "Encore! Encore! Sing another one, Tharros!" The others chimed in, begging me to sing more.
I grinned, feeling happy and content. "Alright, alright," I said, "But next time, I'll need to come up with something even better!"
Father chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. "I'm looking forward to it, Tharros. You're a natural performer."
As we all laughed and joked together, I realized that moments like these were what made our family so special. We might be a little unconventional, but we loved each other, and that's all that mattered.
Father mumbled, "But please stop at least." I shook my head. "No way, Father!" I said with a grin. "I've just gotten started! Besides, the show must go on!"
Father's eyes widened in mock horror as I continued to drum and sing, my siblings cheering and clapping along. Mother chuckled and shook her head, enjoying the spectacle.
"Tharros, you're going to be the death of me," Father said, laughing despite himself.
I just laughed and kept on singing, enjoying the joy and laughter that filled the air.
As I continued to perform, my siblings started to join in, adding their own flair to the impromptu concert. Lyriath began to harmonize with me, his deep voice blending perfectly with mine. Kieraxys started tapping his feet and clapping along, adding a lively beat to the mix. Niamon giggled and danced around, her lavender scales shimmering in the light.
Father, still lying on the ground, shook his head good-naturedly. "I have a feeling I'm in the midst of a family takeover," he said, chuckling.
Mother smiled, watching her family with warmth. "It's just a little family bonding, Aetherius," she said. "Enjoy the chaos."
I grinned, feeling happy and carefree. This was what family was all about – sharing laughter, joy, and love. And I was determined to make the most of it.
As we continued to sing and dance, Father's belly started to jiggle and wobble beneath me. My siblings and I laughed and cheered, our voices growing hoarse from singing. The music notes seemed to come alive, echoing through the air as we performed.
Father's laughter grew louder, and his belly shook even more, causing me to stumble and giggle. "You're killing me, Tharros!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with mirth.
I grinned, feeling exhilarated. "That's the plan, Father!" I said, drumming a final beat on his belly.
The music stopped, and we all collapsed into a fit of laughter. Father's belly jiggled and wobbled one last time, and then he let out a deep, rumbling chuckle.
As we caught our breath, Mother smiled and said, "I think that's enough music for today, don't you?"
We all nodded in agreement, still grinning from ear to ear. It had been a moment of pure joy, and we would cherish the memory of it forever.
As we caught our breath, Mother smiled and said, "I think that's enough music for today, don't you?"
We all nodded in agreement, still grinning from ear to ear. It had been a moment of pure joy, and we would cherish the memory of it forever.
With one last chuckle, Father slowly got to his feet, his massive body towering over us once again. "Well, I think I've had enough drumming for one day," he said, his deep voice rumbling.
I grinned, feeling happy and content. "Anytime, Father," I said, patting his belly. "You're the best drum I've ever played on."
Father chuckled and ruffled my hair, his albino scales glistening in the light. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Tharros," he said. "But next time, maybe we can find a different instrument to play on."
We all laughed at that, and the moment was filled with warmth and love. It was a memory we would treasure forever, a reminder of the joy and laughter that came with being part of this loving family.