The sky was loud today and the Little Dragon couldn't figure out why.
Rather than being frightened, or cowed like any other pup of his age might be, Aegir was merely confused. Usually the space above was blue and white, but that day it was grey and dark and every once in a while it would flash white, like he was staring into the sun. He would blink, dazed and confused as he looked this way and that, trying to figure out what had just happened when the floor would start to vibrate as a boom echoed through the forest.
The first time he might have flinched, maybe even yelped a bit, but by the fifth or sixth time he was used to it. He just hadn't figured out what it was yet.
He was near the den- as curious as he was he hadn't quite worked up the courage to wander too far yet- so he knew he was safe, that the booming wouldn't hurt him. But that didn't sate his curiosity, he had to know just what it was and what the loud banging meant. He'd tried all sorts of things,he'd barked at the sky, demanded its attention and had received nothing in turn. But as soon as he turned up his nose, ignored it and began chewing on his favourite stick he'd found in the centre of the glen, the sky flashed once more and a rumbling soon followed.
Tossing his stick to the side, Aegir titled his head skywards once again. He would make it listen, he would not be ignored! And so there was only one thing for it. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his little lungs.
"AHHHHH!"