"But Faunaaaaa!" The RainWing pouted. She wasn't exactly the most mature dragon, though she was already about four years old.

"But it's just... crazy!" The taller RainWing said, a little revolted. "You can't be serious, right? Leaving the Rainforest? We don't know what's out there!"

"Exactly!" Sloth jumped up, grinning and flaring her wings. They were a curious light gray, with white swirls. "We have no idea what's beyond the Rainforest! And that's what makes it fun! We get to discover, learn, and go on adventures, and—"

"Listen." Fauna cut her off. "That might sound nice and all, but realistically we will probably die. Remember those big, brown dragons who called themselves MudWings? Triumph still has the scars."

"Yeah, well, maybe they're not all like that." Sloth argued. "Maybe some of them are like us!"

"How do you know that?" Fauna tilted her head in skepticism.

"Only one way to find out!"

Without hesitation, Sloth rocketed away, with surprising speed considering her name and size.

"Hey!" Fauna, who had fallen backwards in surprise, yelped. "Get back here! SLOTH!" Aaaargh!" She chased after her friend, cursing quietly.

To be continued!