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The boy presses onwards through the cold. Huffing as he trudged through the dense layers of the meadow. Jumping out eagerly from its confines with a rigorous shake. Wings flapping haphazardly, before being folded in a meticulous method that only ever felt right when done a certain way.
There.
The boy could finally get on with his story, and shot the tall black stallion a grin as he pranced into the forest. The canopy providing less snow to trudge through, offering reprieve for the small, lanky creature whose muscles had not yet developed him for grace or power. Those emerald eyes glittered out towards him.
“My home us’t be a line of mountains. But underneath those mountains, a dragon slept – and whenever the earth moved, or groaned, the dragon slowly awoke. Yeah see, the dragon was so powerful that ol’ Sun God got kinda jealous. And that’s why he was sleeping in the first place. ‘Cause Mr. Sunny wanted all the attention to himself.”
The boy made a firm nod, with a serious gaze trapped in their eyes. “That’s a story for another time.”
He almost stumbled, forgetting to watch out for hidden tree limbs covered in frosting. Or the leaves from orangemoon, slick with moisture and frozen over with ice. “Whoa!” But he was nimble enough to steady himself. His fledgling wings sprung out to catch his balance, as he tip toed and jumped over a few hidden obstacles ahead of him. A pointed giggle barking out from his lips.
“An Sunny had some help trapping the dragon, from… from that Earthy God. Long, long ago. But Earthy couldn’t live know’n he’d be trapping the dragon for eterrr-ni-ty.” Every now and then words became difficult for the child. But he’d manage on his own anyhow.
“So, the dragon was bound to wake up some day. And with one last shiver from the ground, he rose up to face Sunny once and for all!” He yelled with a heavy growl.
The child honestly did not intend for the story to be any longer than he thought it would be. Perhaps only a few sentences to state the obvious. But now his story needed fleshing out, and somewhere along the tale it began to grow and grow with the child’s quest for something grander, and more wonderful than what he’d first started out with. His pace inevitably increased as he thought about how a battle should start, and how it would end. And was torn if he’d wanted something kind of happy, or incredibly dark and sad. Because it was obvious enough that the Dragon was gone, and Sunny was still booting around… somewhere.
By then he’d went from a walk, to an energetic trot with brief moments of running out ahead into the unknown. His breath steady, his body finally warm – the smell of the sea wafting out from somewhere. But the forest itself was truly disorientating. And abruptly he stopped in his tracks with wide eyes. His tail limp and dragging against the ground.
“Uhmmm…”
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