11-20-2021, 04:13 PM
Her mother’s praise is as warm within her chest as the fire, and the blue-eyed child smiles proudly as the flames of her creation spread ever higher up the pine. She looks back at them before Mazikeen’s smile can falter, and watches with a slightly tilted head as her mother moves closer to the tree.
Then she grows, larger than any dragon Myrna has seen, and she watches in fascination as the white creature topples the burning tree.
“Woah.” She breathes the word, barely audible over the crackling flames and the rustle of settling snow and leaves. The uproooting of the tree has filled the mountain air with the rich smell of earth and composting pine needles as well as the cloying scent of smoke, and the combination delights the young dragon.
She is shifting excitedly from foot to clawed foot long before her mother beckons her forward. When she does, Myrna leaps forward, her blue-leathered wings spreading wide for balance as she makes her quick way across the snow drifts that separate her and her now normal-sized-again mother. The fire had gotten distant from her, but she feels the warmth of it as she rounds her mother’s pale shoulder and peers curiously at the fallen lodegepole.
There, licking up toward the clear blue sky, are the flames. The snow has not yet melted away, and crunches beneath her feet as she moves closer. About two feet away, she pause to grin with delight. She can feel the warmth, and watches the way the flames leap from branch to branch, still climbing the tree, though now moving horizontally toward where the top of the tree lies further down the slope.
Delighted and satisfied by the burning tree, Myrna looks back at her mother with a content smile.
“Thanks Mama,” she says, stepping close to bump her scaled head affectionately against Mazikeen’s leg. “We should do this more often!”
@Mazikeen
Then she grows, larger than any dragon Myrna has seen, and she watches in fascination as the white creature topples the burning tree.
“Woah.” She breathes the word, barely audible over the crackling flames and the rustle of settling snow and leaves. The uproooting of the tree has filled the mountain air with the rich smell of earth and composting pine needles as well as the cloying scent of smoke, and the combination delights the young dragon.
She is shifting excitedly from foot to clawed foot long before her mother beckons her forward. When she does, Myrna leaps forward, her blue-leathered wings spreading wide for balance as she makes her quick way across the snow drifts that separate her and her now normal-sized-again mother. The fire had gotten distant from her, but she feels the warmth of it as she rounds her mother’s pale shoulder and peers curiously at the fallen lodegepole.
There, licking up toward the clear blue sky, are the flames. The snow has not yet melted away, and crunches beneath her feet as she moves closer. About two feet away, she pause to grin with delight. She can feel the warmth, and watches the way the flames leap from branch to branch, still climbing the tree, though now moving horizontally toward where the top of the tree lies further down the slope.
Delighted and satisfied by the burning tree, Myrna looks back at her mother with a content smile.
“Thanks Mama,” she says, stepping close to bump her scaled head affectionately against Mazikeen’s leg. “We should do this more often!”
@Mazikeen