Male | 12 | Arriving at Camp JellybeanHis human, as the dragon sometimes called her was driving them down a narrow road with walls of leaves. Her name was Kennet a perfect foil for all that the young male was, down to the hair that only competed with his own fur for the color red. The sun was beating down on his back, for once making him regret his stubborn decision to remain unclipped and groomed like some dragons who had taken to the custom as if they were show dogs. There were more things different between human life and Jam life than could fill a book in his mind, yet of course there were a few perks to a human companion. Namely cookies.
"You're awfully silent Fetch, are not feeling well or something?"She was sweet to care so much for the dragon; casting him a look with eyes veiled by concern.
"Just thinking."
"About how you're going to single-handedly rob the entire camp of all it's trinkets and cookies I assume?"She was grinning in a way that can't help but be contagious. The girl knew the young dragon far too well, and after a few moments of palpable silence they both began laughing. A raucous sound that floated up out of the open-top car and amplified with the echoes of the trees.
"Hey look over there!"The red dragon perched on the door of the car, wind whipping the fur on his face and chest back with the speed of the vehicle. His blue eyes were glued to something between the trees, flashes of a crystal lake and well-worn plank cabins. His long tail waved ever so slightly, from the wind or excitement it was hard to tell. Camp Jellybean was looming out from between the tall tree trunks, a dot of civilization in the sea of wild forest. Fletcher's grin grew bigger as they approached the entrance, a loop around with a great ancient oak standing sentinel in the center of the revolve. A few other dragons were milling about, their bright colors making them look like a stranded flock of tropical birds in an ocean of pigeons.
"If you're going to cause trouble Fetch, at least don't get caught."Kennet said calling the male by her nickname for him, on account of the fact that he could fetch nearly anything from an unsuspecting pocket or cookie jar. Once the young dragon had hopped down from his position in the passenger seat, he turned his grin still plastered to his snout; the small fangs catching the light with wicked delight. Her voice had no hint of anger or annoyance. She knew
exactly what Fletcher would be getting himself into during summer camp, and in all honesty she loved him even more for it. The girl winked before staring the idled engine again, and drove around the circular bend and back down the dirt road they had come down. Fetch never once looked back, he wasn't the kind of dragon to fear being on his own with unfamiliar faces. Actually he relished it, what more chance to run free without the consequences of social norms or statuses to try and push him back. No, Fetch would just be completely free, not even a care in the world on his mind as he followed the tide of dragons making their way into the heart of camp.