Dragons: Envision a dragon. Do you battle him? Or is the dragon friendly? Use descriptive language.
It's the middle of the night. The last strand of sunlight long since woven itself to shine with the stars, hanging down like mobiles giving their little bit of vision to those below. They reach down lower, and lower, but become dimmer and dimmer the farther they travel. To truly experience their blessing, once must travel towards them. Towards the sky, towards the heavens, opening yourself up to breathe in the sense of wonder, the remnants of peace that can no longer grasp this stained earth.
Tonight, she rides, the wind eating at her hair, fingers gripped tightly to the jagged fur of the creature she had befriended. What was he, really? A dream she had made up in her sleepless, lonely nights, seeking comfort where she had been abandoned? A friend she had crafted with silky words and sewn up dreams out of the last scraps of her happiness? Was he, as she so believed, representing the sides of her she was so tender to touch?
Dragon. That was a name. A name that came with so much. Power. Strength. Nobility. Magic. Hope. Rage. Fire. Flight.
A notion of endless possibility. Endless promise.
She held tighter, the fur digging into her palms. But it felt like petals to her, not thorns. Like it was still softer than what her hands usually grasped. The starlight bounced off his scales, first white, and then a pale blue and the sky itself mixed in the colors of it's paintbrush. Moving along the path of the milky way, she faded like a shadow, but he shone like a sun. If anyone below was watching, they would never see her. Just him. Just his brilliance. She was insignificant, but he was their savior. No, no. He was her savior. Only hers. If she shared him, she would have nothing left.
She moved to grab his horns. They felt like silk, the silk just spun off the needles. The kind that gets traded for the finest of jewels to the most noble of people. The kind she would wear as a queen, just to remember him by. He couldn't grant her everything, he couldn't stay forever. That was the painful truth she kept wary in her heart as she gentle steered her dear friend back down from the stars. Back to the world that she had to face the second the sun rose.
His form folded, from a snake to a deer, carrying her down, down, down into the trees. It felt like wading through the water, heavy, breathless, and utterly weightless at the same time. They kept going. Down, down, until it seemed like the world was just a faded blur. The stars still hung above them, however. Still as they had been. Undisturbed. Untouched.
And the dream took her, further and further into herself. So deep she wouldn't remember a thing.
Yet when she woke, a hand clutching the small, faded, torn toy of her only friend to her chest, she still felt like flying.















