Sitting high up on a smooth plateau of stone jutting out from a moment, Peril shifted her wings, stretching them out and lashing her tail across the stone as much as she pleased. And who could stop her?

All the way up here, Peril's firescales wouldn't endanger anybody. She couldn't light anything on fire if it was all barren stone. Smoke curled off her firescales and into the sky, mingling with bypassing clouds.

Peril folded and stretched her wings repeatedly. She didn't want to fly right now, even if her SkyWing instincts were begging her to take to the sky. Peril was enjoying sitting alone, able to stretch out as much as she wanted. She laid down, stretching out, her wings splayed out beside her.

Her metallic orange scales glittered in the bright sunlight. For once, Peril wasn't worried about accidentally lighting someone, or something, on fire. She could relax. Her bright blue eyes were narrowed against the cold winds that blew that high up. She folded her wings again and shook her head sharply as stray dust flew into her nose.