Contrasting Jasper's fat little sausage dragon, Pearl's dragon is a scrawny little fuzz clad tangle of awkward limbs, the wings at its back sporting short little nubs of future flight feathers. Presently Pearl has the hatchling tucked up in the crook of one arm, from which it is peering out at the world around it with uncertain eyes.

As she's strolling along, lost in thought, a streak of movement catches her eye, immediately identifiable as a baby dragon. All day long she's been watching her fellow Scions struggle to keep their rambunctious new partners under control. Hoping to nip a potential disaster in the bud, the gem springs into action and scoops the little creature up as it runs past, restraining it in her other arm opposite her own dragon.

"Honestly," she mutters disapprovingly to herself, before straightening up to look around for the owner.