Set immediately after the hatching.
Warnings: Virgil is self-deprecating.
Word Count: 2100
“There ya’ go, lad, that should get them started.” A cheerful, gruff-voiced man clapped Virgil on the shoulder and set down a large bowl filled with chunks of meat. “But don’t let ‘em eat too fast, they’ll stuff themselves silly given half a chance!”
He didn’t wait for Virgil’s response, but left again, carrying another large bowl across the cavern toward another new rider. There were seven of them all together, each focused on the hatchling in front of them even as others from the Den moved around them, delivering meat or speaking softly.
The dragon hatchling in front of Virgil nudged his hand hopefully, drawing him back from his thoughts. (I’m hungry!) Caru reminded him, a desperate whine coloring the voice in his mind. (Very hungry.)