This dragon folds it's wings in whilst climbing up the birch trees. If it detects a predator it will sit perfectly still untill the threat has gone away. This Teacup is a superb climber and prefers to climb up the base of the trees instead of flying up to the branches. It usually does not build it's own nest but rather claims abandoned birds nests in it's birch tree.
Based on this tree: http://d.mp-farm.com/a/500x450.watermar ... 184303.jpg
Congratulations to Merlin's heir who is now the new owner of this Teacup Dragon.
I loved the little story and the poem at the end ^^
Merlin's Heir wrote:Username: Merlin's Heir
Dragon's Name: Summer
Reason for Name: Though Summer is very spring-y in personality, she reminds me of summer. Long, lush grass in the wind, deep blue sky overhead, peace, quiet, and at the same time, fun and activity.
Gender: Female
Personality: It is hard to describe Summer's personality. She is "spring-y" - charming, alert, friendly but slightly shy, a little flirty, and full of life and vivacity. If asked her favorite quote, Summre would say, "Carpe diem" - "seize the day." She does exactly that. She takes every opportunity to enjoy herself. Do not think her to be selfish or irresponsible, though. She is intelligent, responsible, and mature - though they aren't always in place when she's doing something fun... When she is not spending time with her friends, she is either spending time with her family or having some quiet time to herself. Though she has a vivid, active personality, she, like spring, also has her quiet, calm spots. She likes to wander through quiet gardens; lie, undisturbed, in a tree; watch the birds; and many other things. She is also rather stubborn at times. When it comes to family and friends, she is loyal, honest, optimistic, and usually pretty level-headed. When it comes to strangers, however, the title of a certain book comes to mind - namely, "Pride and Prejudice." For she is exactly that. Her prejudice is worse, out of the two, and no one can really be sure how she made any friends in the first place. Not only does she judge by first impressions, but also often by what she has heard of someone. And her pride, though not extremely bad, often deters those that do not know her well. Overall, she is a nice dragon, though you have to see past her pride and make a good impression on her to entirely see how.
Photo of a teacup:
Story: It was a warm day in late spring, and I was walking in an overgrown, very old garden. The long, pale grasses bent as my legs moved through them. A breeze ruffled my golden red-brown hair and I blinked my brown eyes at the bright sun. I looked down at the shadow that was crossing the uneven ground like a ghost. My shadow. I bent down and pinched a blade of grass between my two fingers, pulling it out. The grass was so long. How long had this place been abandoned? But putting that aside... It would be beautiful once I was done with it. Little did I know that a certain creature living in this garden thought it perfect the way it was...
This creature was a little Birch Teacup Dragon. She loved the long grass, the vines and the unkempt bushes. She loved the untrimmed hedges and the bright leaves strewn on the ground from the big, bushy trees. She lived in the only birch tree, right in the middle of the garden. And she had been watching me. She shifted in her perch among the high branches of the tree, watching me intently as I grabbed a rake and began raking the leaves into a pile. Her eyes blazed and, even though I didn't know there were Teacup Dragons living here, I felt as if I were being watched by some guardian whose rule I had violated. I turned around, wanting to assure myself that no one was there. Once I was satisfied, I continued my garden renovation. It was a long, tedious process - just the leaf raking - and every so often I felt that feeling of being watched by some goddess, angry with me for trespassing on her temple grounds. But I was finally able to move on to the next task.
The grass could wait. Well, it looked quite nice at its current length. I thought I would just keep it the way it was. It would make for quiet, peaceful times in the summer. So I decided to trim the bushes and hedges next. The little dragon watching me almost screeched with rage when I came out with the hedge clippers. She knew she had to make me stop this desecration of her sacred place. Luckily for her - and for me, for I was exhausted beyond description - the darkness of night stopped my work before I had trimmed even half of the shrubbery to adequate sizes.
During the night, the furious dragon began bringing her plan to life. She had heard that humans were lazy beings that, if their work were undone, would give up. The dragon gathered her friends and together they undid all my work. They shook more leaves out of the trees than I had raked up. They stuck branches back into the bushes and hid my tools in the grass - I blamed myself for leaving them out so carelessly. The next morning, when I went outside, still with wisps of sleep in my mind, I thought either yesterday had been a dream or this was. The garden looked more out of shape than before! And my tools were nowhere to be found! After a hasty breakfast I searched the whole grounds until I found my tools and vigorously and in a rather irritated mood went about re-doing the work I had previously done. Then I began weeding. Once I finished weeding, I began raking up a good portion of the soil to plant flowers in. As I was putting a seed in its hole, I heard something behind me.
I turned to see an angry Teacup Dragon glaring at me. I was paralyzed with shock. I had never seen a Teacup Dragon before. As I stared, the dragon's legion of Teacup friends marched up behind her. They all looked quite unhappy with my work. When I realized this, I tried to explain to them that I was going to make it look nicer. They understood most of what I said, and pictures helped them understand, too. But the little Birch Teacup was still set against me, even if the others liked my plans. She tried to tell me something, but I couldn't understand her language - and never will. I finally figured out, through the game of charades with her and her friends, that she wanted them to have a say in what the place looked like. After a few moments of thought, I agreed and allowed them to help.
I would love to say it was all smooth sailing from there on out, but there were bumpy spots and rough patches and arguments here and there. When we were all done, I had finally earned the trust of the Birch Teacup - whose name, I had discovered, was Summer. The Teacups around here live in the forests and meadows and ponds and such surrounding my garden - all but one. Summer lives in the birch tree in my garden, my companion forever. The End. Or is it...?
Short Poem: In a garden far away,
Grasses in the wind do sway,
'Round a birch tree tall and thin,
With a dragon hidden within.
In the branches dwelleth she,
A Teacup Dragon, so spring-y,
Soft of feather, bright of hue,
'Cross the garden, there she flew.
