Once there was a time…
There is why, in the face of extinction, Elves hold together, allowing survival. Even if there were feuds, it is never to lose a life, even Great Elf, Emperor of Elves, learned that much. There is that soft power that calls the gentle force and there is the quiet strength that is domineering the worlds. Dany’s egg was something the most irradiating they have the eventuality of seeing. It was perfect in all its imperfect and polite existence with all its graciousness. Both Milica and Visenya, along with all others, even shadows, flora and fauna, even those who are imperceptible could view the Egg of Dragons, of hers. He is placing it into the child’s crib, and the Dragon Egg glowed for a bit, only to hatch in another second, and being the hatchling, it screeched remotely, curling itself up, next to a baby girl. Both ladies of regality, one is born into it and other claimed, were being amazed. It was staggering to see how with such ease, their little one was already ready to soar the infinite boundaries of the sole skies. Glorfindel even muttered something, the Elf language in magic, he was showering her, one more time. At first, it was most tedious to tell apart, of what he was saying to her, dash after dash, the simple words were the full sentences and they weren’t riddled by the enigmas, it was the fullness of the time that passed.
- For one day, for you to be blessed with friendship, for another day to be happy with your family and the third to have the Dragon that shall surpass all others in beaming and smile, and for the beauty and talents, first comes the health and everyone else follows then. The haleness in the suffering is what allures those of the crippled mind to bite you hard and the fitness is another word for perfectionism, this is why you have to be yourself foremost, even with imperfections, that is what the life is composed of – after he told it, he knew the feel, it was ripened time to go back, the duty called. – Please, stay some more, for one day – Milica implores, requesting his stay, and Visenya also was bethinking how the reflected thought was such a good idea, if that is what is making them happy.
- Well, you do not have to tell me twice – and that was it, just like that. If anything, he was reverenced for his indulgence and admonished for the venerable spoiling of everything that doesn’t have his touch. But never bringing anything to ruination, but only gracing what is to be exalted, never glorifying those who didn’t earn it. So, he sat down, relishing their splendid lives. For the time being, somebody else had its own definition of having the fun. Xena with Asfaloth were regaling and entertaining the Big Bad Dragon, who eyed them as they were the incursive invaders, he didn’t say anything, he just observed. – You know – Xena yowls – when we go back, perchance, we might even run, for a little while. – Why would you run? Run where? – How do you mean? To freedom. – We live in freedom. – When we go back, and you stop flying above us, you go elsewhere, and I stay to warm King’s seat.
- You warm his seat? – Yes, I do. You never know who may sit and he leaves it untended. – For the love of God. He must get up, and it doesn’t imply that if he isn’t sitting all the time, that someone will sit on it and stay glued on it. – You never know. Everyone is kicking you when you are down and when you are up, they want you downed. – By all means, you do not guard it the entire time, the full day? – Nope, just when he isn’t sitting. I sit – if he could hoof himself, but he thought against it. – Don’t you have anything healthier to do? – Like what? Hunt? He does it. – You are the first wolf who doesn’t hunt its own food. – I have Papa to do it instead of me. So, I warm his High Place. – Not all the time?
- Nope, when I leave, I leave behind a warning. – And that is? – daunted to know, he still requests to be filled with the unessential cognition. – Howl, the promise of being shredded by my wolf fangs. – Charming, just like him, and so, you are quitting the duty? – I would, why not? For some couple of days, after, I return to warm anon – Balerion was dying with the two, they were insufferable, both of them, still, his voice thunders, they are unmoved. – And what is that you are going to do? Dear King of the Winged, I know all the details of her life, and what about yours? – That is my own damn business. – Why you little – he opens the abysmal maw, breathing the fire from the inside, when in an instant, Xena yowls. – You are shadowing the view, and do not kill him off, he is needed. – I shall have his coat – albeit they were talking about him, and his life was threatened, it didn’t even faze him, he moved on. – No, you won’t. You burn, how you have? – That does it – he nearly did it, when Xena yowls all over again, seriously making him mad. – What is your problem?! – It is a howl, the screaming one, you just do not kill off someone that rankles you, if we would do it, here shall be no life left on the Earth. IDIOT!
Their bickering was going on and on, he wants something to burn and she howls and yowls, Asfaloth was getting bored. But, the thing was, he did hear what was their Master and Lord saying, he has done his showering and it was implicating that the growing girl shall have her felicity in boons of friendship, valor and family ties, for everything else, she will have to work hard, even harder than most of them, for that is the Pact. Everyone understood it, whoever was desiring to know it, when all of a sudden, Balerion hears the baby cries. Oh, what is it? Massively, he recoils his windpipe, peeking through the most widened and commodious window, and for some extraordinary reason, he could peer into, hovering over the newly born child that was blinking at the massive head over her. They left her alone, for a moment with her hatchling, and when she felt that the two of them are by themselves, she got spooked, but his attendance did the trick!
- They went out to see the marveling works, they are coming back – she beams at him, and he drew back, back to the idiots, to whom he was one big idiot.
He never got any friends, and now he has gotten the two of them, and didn’t know what to do with those two, to burn or eat them.
- What was it? – Xena requests to be informed. – The baby is insecure when someone isn’t near her, hm, it shall be tough, but we shall survive her upbringing. – In our horse world, the foal knows to walk, as soon as it is out of the hole. – You know what, how it would seem for me to put you in the holed burrow? – Hey, hey, you two! – And if you do your wolf thing, I am going to have you both for the breakfast! – You are somehow cute when you threaten, isn’t he, horse friend? – He should go on a diet – Asfaloth, for a second, has evaded the certain death, extricating himself from the Dragon’s wrath. Xena laughed as a true Wolf, and that high and mighty horse, too conceited for his own good, learned his lesson, till Balerion didn’t do exactly the same thing to her, bent on burning, his maws are 7 Hells, and she has got to be faster than ever before, she is still her Papa’s baby, ever sprightly. Serving his lecture to her too, snorting.
- Teenagers of noble voices, I wouldn’t burn them to a crisp, just enough to regenerate, as the Safe Nest does it also – it was his turn to laugh, to have it last. Waiting for them to come back to him. One has landed and she peeped out, getting back so, what a rude Dragon he was, overwhelming the world with his shadow. In the springtime of his life. – Next time, when you call out for someone’s weight, or get cheeky, fire is waiting!
It is never so frightful when it happens, but the waiting of happening, that fearfulness. The closest you are to the fire, the more you have a benefit to learn from it or to even be dignified. What seems as the Godsend curse, it is the blessed benediction in disguise. The two of them, were just what he needs in his life. He didn’t even request it, he got it, bethinking, he might never have it, for whom deems to have him as a close friend? Who could love him as he is, except for his Mistress and other Dragons, while the whole Life trembles before him. One monster that is born of the Sea, the Beast that is the terror that darkens, the Black Dread that brings, and these two weren’t petrified of him. They conversed as they were always his friends and he was theirs. Xena was too young to know it all, and Asfaloth was too old to understand his perceptions. He never had a family. They were his. That is something what little you can do, but affirm the love.
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- Still, thank you, both of you. - No big deal, just do not incinerate us that much, we know you love us, but your love may burn us – Asfaloth points it, Xena agrees, and the Red Dragon grins!
Short trivia: There are all types of Dragons, being Wyrms, Wyverns or Drakes, even worms and hydras with colors from unsurpassed gentle violet in Meraxes to Blood as was showy Caraxes!
They bade farewell to one another till a next visitation. Remembering as Northerners, not forgetting as Elves for beauty is in an eye of beholder whether you like it or not when either matters.
Time to go home…