A Flight for a Flightywing (Open)

(This won't be my best since I am on an iPad)

The hatchling was flying free, his four wings beating as one. Twisting his head left then right, looking for danger like his mother taught him he dropped from the sky,spiraling with his wings tucked close to his body. At the moment when it looked like he was gonna crash into the ground his wings snapped open. He arched his body upwards, flying straight up with a look of pure glee on his face. A small, baby dragon roar emit from his mouth in happiness. Flying was such a beautiful thing, he wondered why some dragons didn't do it.

Shrugging his shoulders he looked around. In the back of his mind he wondered where his mother was but knew she was probably out fighting bad guys like she did before he joined the Flightywings. He giggled at the name his mother had gave the tribes and landed on Horne tip of a tree, his back leg clutching the branch. "hello? Anyone there?" he called out in an innocent voice, trying to find someone to play with. He hated being alone and wanted a playmate.