Later that day, Ophion sat at his study, reviewing his notes. Dinner had been great, and his wife and three children were as well-mannered as usual... which was a refreshing change from many Dracons in his neighborhood, especially the ones who played loud music until far into the morning...
As he was working, Ophion's youngest child entered the room. He was a six-year old son named Kosjurac, or "Kos" for short. By human standards, one would be unable to tell his age, as Kos was already as tall as a human twelve year old male, and almost as mentally and emotionally developed.
Ophion and Ausrescia had known that he had sorcerous powers since he was a hatchling, but these powers were undeveloped, and would remain so until puberty, which was still years and years away for him. Even so, the magical arts held a great interest for him, and he would often check up on his father to see what he was doing.
"Hi dad! What are you writing?"
"Just... reviewing some notes from earlier... mostly some stuff about how to harness the element of fire."
"Oh! I can do that! Watch me!" Kos said, as he tried to summon his magical powers , but only succeeded in producing a small spark.
"... Well, I can sorta do it..."
"You shouldn't try to use magic yet, son. You aren't old enough, and the last time you tried to cast a serious spell..."
"... I hurt myself." Kos said. He simply needed to grow older and stronger before he could use magic...
"But, there is no harm in learning about it, as long as you remember not to actually try it until you are a bit older..."
"I hate being so young..." Kos said, sitting down, wrapping his tail around his legs. "Why do we even have these stupid rules anyway? I'm almost as large as mom and all I can wear is this stupid piece of cloth until I'm seven..."
