Hírador did a spin in the cold morning air, clutching the three chickens and barrels of rum she had stolen from a farmer at Stanstown. What a good morning it was, at least for her, considering it was a boring, cold Sunday morning for most humans. She soon landed in her spacious cave, one she inherited from her tight-knit however large family of dragons, she got a lot considering Hírador was the oldest of 20+ siblings. She quickly swallowed down the chickens and broke open the barrels of rum and drank them up.
Perhaps not the most responsible or best-to-look-up-to sort of big sister, but she didn't care.
The young female dragon decided she didn't want to take a nap anymore and swooped down to the bottom of the mountain to socialize.