"Ice! Get down here!"

Ice heard her mother roar up to her in the rafters of their ice cave.

She scuttled down the wall and crouched before her mother. "Not what I would expect from a pure blueblood! You must be responsible. Ice, your too young to battletrain. Scavengers are dangerous"

Blah blah. But she knew her mother was right. All the adults had told Ice over and over that scavengers are dangerous, scavengers have all kinds of weapons. They also told Ice about being a blueblood. They told her that her cousin Drift wasn't good enough because of some nonsense about her parents and how Drifts father was from the dessert. 

"Sorry," Ice mumbled 

This was how days usually went for the three year old dragonet.

She sighed and hopped over to The cavern Drift shared with her mother.