Here be a Basin-Dragon...

Name:Triscuit Apple Tart I Stage: Hatchling Color:Red Gender:Male Clutch:Found Clutch3 Adopted from Sanctuary Basin

You walk down a long, narrow path toward a beautiful meadow, all dotted with flowers of every color, and surronded by trees. A medium sized waterfall is off to one side of the meadow, and a cave made from a rock formation at the other.

I adopted apple from Sanctuary Basin as a sole little random egg, but had no idea what he would turn out to look like! On 10/9/01, my darling little egg hatched and I was rewarded with my beautiful baby hatchling, Apple Tart Triscuit I, it is here in Apple Tart's meadow that I'll keep a little journal of how my baby is doing!

10/12/01

Apple is a sweet little dragon that I love, very, very much. He is a beautiful, flaming red male of the Basin-Dragons. Although he is still young, he is devolping a personality of an adventuours, yet rather shy male, don't let his shyness fool you though, he can be very stubborn and territorial when he wants to be!

Today Apple Tart has become more adventuours then when he first hatched, exploring the meadow and chasing butterflies, being most content. Dragon hatchlings must grown fast, because Apple Tart is up and frolicing and he's only three days old!

It's so cute to watch him chase buterflies like he does, you know, they say that a butterfly is actually a Faerie in disguise? I wonder it that's true. I don't think it really matters to Apple though, seeing as he chases them, butterfly, Faerie, or what-not, heedless of what they may be.

Apple will run through the field at quite a swift pass for his little legs, chase his tail around and around, trip on his own little clawed feet, fall, and then sit there and make a dragon wimpery noise. He looks so pathetic, sitting there making his little dragon wimpering sound and looking around wide eyed and tearful, as if the whole world has just come crashing down on him. He'll sit there for a while or so, until I come to him, pick him up as best I can and pet his shiney scaled head and coo at him a while. Although he is a bit heavy already, he's not a bad burden. Then another butterfly, a moth, a ladybug, or meerly a gust of wind will excite him and he'll jump from my arms and repeat the whole cycle again of running, tail chasing, falling, looking pathetic, being cooed, and go back to running. He is such a cute little hatchling, running with his flame colored scales twinkling in the sunlight. Although the cycle he continuously repeats so tirelessly may become monotous if it continues for to long, it is still so sweet that I can not help but be delighted by it. It is truely a pleasent and passive life that Apple has begun leading in his little meadow, with his little cave, little brooke, and little waterfall.