Heat rippled across the landscape like water. She stretched in the dead tree, sunlight burning against her scales and scattering rainbow reflections. She dreamed of rain.
Between the tree and a single egg, she horded the last pomegranate, imagining the taste of the seeds. No others nested here where once hundreds came, and then dozens, then only her sister... and now just her.
Beneath her patient fingers the egg cracked; a tiny green head appeared, golden shell still attached. Sea-blue eyes blinked. The dragon broke open the pomegranate and shared the feast with her beloved daughter.