After much thought and research, I have decided to name this beauty Yale. It may sound old fashioned, but that is her parents fault. Yale despises her name, and doesnt try to hide it. She knows its old and bland, and doesnt deny it when people tease her. She is in fact named after Yale blue, a denim colour originated first from Yale University. I think both the colour and the name fit her, though she herself may not agree. Yale Does have a knickname, which is actually nothing like her real name. She often insists on people calling her Glory or Gloria. She actually tells people that that is her birth name, and they sometimes believe her. The blue and yellow dragon swiped her tail over the table. Heat rippled her fur and her mind began to wonder as sweat dripped down her forehead. She was in a small village in Africa, pondering over the beautiful glass jewelry at one of the many stalls that dotted the town. Her eyes flicked over the trinkets - a silver bracelet, a glass ring, several sets of earrings. One thing caught her eye more than the rest - something different. At the sight of jewelry her hand instantly went up to her horn, where a braided leather band surrounded a bright blue stone. She pulled it down, staring at the item that had attracted her attention before.
It was a simple bracelet woven with sticks, but in the center of it was a silver ellipse, with a fake eye made out of glass in it. It was pale brown and really, really beautiful. Her Ocean blue obsidian sphere looked perfect with it - like they were made for each other. They werent, of course, but together they looked magical as if they had always come that way.
Yale looked up to see the lady staring at her intently. If I buy this, her children will eat tonight will eat tonight. she thought silently. "I will take it." Her voice was low and determined as she put the money gently down on the table and padded away, the bracelet clutched in her hand.
Yale watched carefully as the sun slowly disappeared over the dusty ground. Her eyes fell onto the eye neckless, still cradled in her hand. It sparkled in the dying light, and the dragon felt for a moment lost in its beauty as song sprung up around her. She was laying down in a circle with the rest of the African tribe. There was a fire in the middle, and they were singing the songs of there ancestors.
Yale's tail was tucked under her chin, and her chest fell in and out at her purr. As the music filled her ears she began fiddling with the jewelry.
She had gotten her Ocean blue Obsidian Sphere as a present from her mother. Yale was traveling the world, and this was one of the only items she had to remember her family by, therefor it was very important to her. She didnt know where her mother had gotten it from, but she hadnt seen her where it before ever, though something about the way her mother handled it told Yale that she had had it a very long time and it was very precious to her.
Yales fingers intwined with her blue stone, poking it out of the bracelet. She stared down at it for a moment, before slowly and hesitantly pushing it into the eye.
It fit perfectly. She had come with a string with a blue stone in the middle, and left with a beautiful leather bracelet with a brilliant blue eye.
