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The next morning, unexpectedly so, little Drakda had become rather active. He was no longer just cuddling with his mother; he started crawling around rather energetically. He couldn't walk nor fly yet, but he already had developed very sharp claws. And he was using them to explore our entire bedroom.
"Guh… Bubah…" He was making adorable sounds as his sharp red eyes looked around curiously.
"Drakda, dear, come back to mommy already! You shouldn't be crawling around yet!" Miranda was trying to catch him, but he was quite quick, starting to climb the walls and ceiling like a gecko.
"Guuhh…" He gave another cute sound as he looked down on us from the ceiling.
"He's really energetic today! He was just born yesterday but it feels like he can already take care of himself." Benladann giggled. "I remember that Benladra was the complete opposite! She was such a mommy's girl, always stuck with me for weeks after being born. She finally started exploring and flying long after."
