The tiny lizard spent most of her time examining the rock bed below and around her. Eyes open, eyes closed. Eyes open, eyes closed. Occasionally snuffle in the way a sibling might demand more room from her or shuffle and reclaim said space. It really wasn't her fault she hadn't hatched first. Her brother already took up more space then his fair share. Her blue colored brother was already turning a dull sheen, a sign he wasn't going last as long, but she assumed he'd been he clever one. Her big brother never was a bright one and her little brother smirked in that way Mama always did when she saw how they'd torn apart those spotted hooved things. She tried smirking once. It hadn't gone well. Big brother had attacked her.

She looked appreciatively as Mama came back with brown lumpy thing. It looked like it had hooves, but they were wrong somehow. Her little brother got to it before her big brother and started clawing up and climbing fellow siblings. She really aught to eat. To much thinking at her tender young moon age would do her no good, Mama said. Taking the example from her younger sibling, any outsider would have seen a brown dragon and a blue dragon practically trample their golden sibling, the blood running down his chest a sign that any survivors would soon be exploring on their own a short distance. Dragon-kin were never gentle, and had foreigners really learned the signs, they'd have attacked much earlier.

Inspiration: my illness
Source material: a blanket and light sensitivity