He was sunning, because sunning is absolutely what he did best. The exceptionally tiny white dragon didn't see anyone around, which when it came to avoiding places with other dragons he also did it best, so he sprawled himself out in a rather unflattering pose. Forelegs and back legs were stretched as best they could be, wings spread as well, as though Ocypoth was trying to absorb as much sunlight as he could. Sunny days like this were rare, and sunny days where he could be alone were downright noteworthy.

It wasn't that he was anti-social or aloof, hardly, but certainly he liked his personal space. He'd have preferred to spend the day with his mother if possible, but sometimes just slacking was good. No one could fault him for wanting that, right? The small hints of yellow that circled in eyes that should have been blue-green answered enough of that question.