The nights were growing colder. Perfect weather to sleep outside. Though the little dragoness did not have sleep on her mind.
Instead, she'd brave the gusting winds that blew through the night as she made her way down the pathway that lead toward the twin oaks, and the cemetery beneath.
Curling up under the great trees that sheltered the stones, many without even a name. Great grandmother rested, and waited to see if the ghostly spectors would appear.
Great grand babies, many without even names. She'd watched the spirits play once, bounding and pouncing each other as dragonlings should. Though they never truly had the chance.
Tonight, they'd not show. Perhaps the winds were too strong? Turning, she'd move along another pathway, trying to find a certain scent. It had been some time again, but Grandmother never forgot her grand child.
Once more...she would seek out Pestilence.
Instead, she'd brave the gusting winds that blew through the night as she made her way down the pathway that lead toward the twin oaks, and the cemetery beneath.
Curling up under the great trees that sheltered the stones, many without even a name. Great grandmother rested, and waited to see if the ghostly spectors would appear.
Great grand babies, many without even names. She'd watched the spirits play once, bounding and pouncing each other as dragonlings should. Though they never truly had the chance.
Tonight, they'd not show. Perhaps the winds were too strong? Turning, she'd move along another pathway, trying to find a certain scent. It had been some time again, but Grandmother never forgot her grand child.
Once more...she would seek out Pestilence.