Another day dawned, and the dragoness stirred from her slumber. It had been a dreamless night, and now she had work to do before she would travel again.
Moving down the pathway behind the falls, she would somberly slip through the gardens. The flowers and fruits maturing held bright, vibrant colors, but it did little to cheer one with a broken heart.
She continued on, towards the twins, to the family cemetery. There she would work diligently. Pushing another large boulder with her snout, until it rested just beside the filled in grave of her father.
At least by now the stench was gone. The winds having carried it away long ago.
Closing her eyes, there would be a shakey breath, before she'd open them again, and start scratching words into the newest boulder. Words she'd never thought she'd ever have to carve.
Aurthur Shimmerscale Loving husband, father to many, mate for life.
A crystalline tear trickled, dropping near the stone's bed, resting there as if an icy crystal tribute. Disappearing into the forest, she would gather a few wildflowers. The iceflowers that grew wild, sprigs of forget-me-nots and a single red rose from the gardens.
She would settle the flowers lovingly at the stone's base, near where her tear had fallen. Sitting there for a time, serpentine neck bowed, and wings half mast. The winds would pick up, yet the twins, those solid oak trees would shelter the newest addition.
Leaning foreward, she would nuzzle the boulder, as if sending her love, before turning to glance back to the lair.
There were other places that she could stay. Alexandria, where her little brother ruled as King.
Ring Valley, where the mage Braxeus had once first taken her to teach her to hunt. Her mother had led other dragons there.
Her mother and father's lair, or even her sister's old lair in the mountains.
Finally, it would be that offered by her elder brother, Tass. The manor. She had chosen that one, not because of the safety, but because it was closest.
She was a mother, and while it hurt too much still to continue residing at their.., her own lair...She wouldn't go so far away that she wouldn't be able to make it back.
The children needed her, just as much as she needed them.
Moving down the pathway behind the falls, she would somberly slip through the gardens. The flowers and fruits maturing held bright, vibrant colors, but it did little to cheer one with a broken heart.
She continued on, towards the twins, to the family cemetery. There she would work diligently. Pushing another large boulder with her snout, until it rested just beside the filled in grave of her father.
At least by now the stench was gone. The winds having carried it away long ago.
Closing her eyes, there would be a shakey breath, before she'd open them again, and start scratching words into the newest boulder. Words she'd never thought she'd ever have to carve.
Aurthur Shimmerscale Loving husband, father to many, mate for life.
A crystalline tear trickled, dropping near the stone's bed, resting there as if an icy crystal tribute. Disappearing into the forest, she would gather a few wildflowers. The iceflowers that grew wild, sprigs of forget-me-nots and a single red rose from the gardens.
She would settle the flowers lovingly at the stone's base, near where her tear had fallen. Sitting there for a time, serpentine neck bowed, and wings half mast. The winds would pick up, yet the twins, those solid oak trees would shelter the newest addition.
Leaning foreward, she would nuzzle the boulder, as if sending her love, before turning to glance back to the lair.
There were other places that she could stay. Alexandria, where her little brother ruled as King.
Ring Valley, where the mage Braxeus had once first taken her to teach her to hunt. Her mother had led other dragons there.
Her mother and father's lair, or even her sister's old lair in the mountains.
Finally, it would be that offered by her elder brother, Tass. The manor. She had chosen that one, not because of the safety, but because it was closest.
She was a mother, and while it hurt too much still to continue residing at their.., her own lair...She wouldn't go so far away that she wouldn't be able to make it back.
The children needed her, just as much as she needed them.