Ciar looked out a bit. He growled and spit out small black fire sparks at Slithery's claws, but those sparks almost did no damage. He hid under Adira again. His eyes became a line again, because he felt threatened. Getting closer to Ciar was no way to get along with him. He needed time, and some space. If that happened, then he would quickly feel safer around that certain person.
Being a baby, he couldn't think of anything. But a memory lingered in his head. The memory was that when he was sleeping on Adira's back, he had a dream.
He saw a version of himself, but a little older, but still unable to speak. He seemed to be fighting an older dragon with crimson scales, on a tree canopy. They were standing on thick, strong branches of trees. The branch Ciar was on, wax starting to snap. The fear had come to him again. This time, Adira wasn't there, so the branch fell, with Ciar on it. Nalesh laughed maniacally. But that ended quickly, because by faith and willpower, Ciar flew, and he had strong black flames going out of his mouth, like long tusks. He blew those flames on Nalesh, immobilising him, and making him fall off the tree, and on the ground, with a large 'THUMP!'
Ciar quickly went back to reality. Ciar didn't care about the dream. He didn't understand it, anyway. But, he felt proud of himself in he dream, so he quickly climbed up on Adira's back, forgetting there were other dragons around him, he began making small noises, as If he told her about his dream. But of course, he didn't know she wouldn't understand him.