Young Sabin clung to the cliff face his feet scrabbling for purchase. Briefly he debated the wisdom of this climb hearing his mother's voice hectoring in his mind. As usual his determination -some would say stubbornness- won out.
He heard words carried on the winds; echoing and aching through long winter nights during which they got particularly loud. They teased in summer, less anguish and more playful bubbling up to fill the cracks and valleys in the stone hills that sheltered the village.
'It's the wind. it's the wind' No way it was the wind begging the night for release.
Finding footing Sabin gave a grim smile. It was a heroes quest for truth, he would find the source of the calls. Not even the Great Snow Dragon himself would stop him. Though he could admit to himself the dragon rather scared him!
Sabin climbed higher than he'd ever attempted before, there were narrow winding paths for some of his epic journey but other places were a treacherous scramble over shifting rocks. The cries were still from high above him, wind rattled around the hills playing with the harmonics making it impossible to source the sound.
It was definitely not the wind calling out to the night. Stopping to catch his breath Sabin leaned against a boulder and listened. 'More' sang the night around him. Rhythmic thumps punctuating full throated cries. Sabin got hard in his pants, glad there was none to see his embarrassment.
He knew the source of the cries and it was not the wind. Neither was it anything he dared speak of. His face coloured remembering knowing adult looks; pursed lips and dancing eyes. He doubted many truly deemed the wind so eloquent.
'They do that a lot' The voice startled Sabin, as did the knowledge he wasn't quite alone, and the wonder of who else might be perching in so inhospitable a place. 'Here' the voice directed kicking a loose stone to draw Sabin's attention upward.
A young man near to his own age sat above him, kicking his feet with no care at the height. 'It's embarrassing' the boy complained. He slithered down the rock to be on a level with Sabin who heart in throat reached to catch him, sure he would fall. On a level Sabin realised his foolishness. The young man's eyes were molten fire, a swirl of rich amber coupled with warm tan skin.
'I could help you down' the boy offered giving Sabin a complete appraisal that spared him no detail 'Perhaps one day we can make our own noise?' he grinned then glanced up 'see how they like it!' he winked then in an explosion of magic stood there the young Summer Dragon. Son of the Great Snow Dragon and his -noisy- beloved mate.
Sabin going to be sneaking away to meet his new friend? Imagine he'll want to keep it a secret, as if at least one of his parents won't notice. Can you imagine too the Summer Dragon having to sneak peeks at what his parents are doing and giving a lesson, "They were doing this the other day." And oh what if he happens to meet his friend's parents in the village.
Sabin peered into the cave at the sleeping beast. The narrow passage that led to this chamber no longer bothered him, familiarity made his footfalls easy. He and the Summer dragon had long used this as their meeting place, not too high for a strong young man to climb but hidden enough for privacy.
From first meeting their friendship had progressed in jest. Sabin still chuckled over his parents shock at the yearly Dragon Feast. The Winter dragon lighting the festival fire with a spout of flame then poised that the dancing flames brought gold to his pearly scales. His mate ever close.
The wind was remarkably quiet for such a blistery night!
Summer his molten colours those of the fire itself had joined them having come of age. He reclined watching the festivities with bright eyes. Sabin unthinkingly called him a giant lazy lizard, his parents gasping in horror, their apology drowned out by a smug purr and wisp of smoke enough to make Sabin splutter. It had taken chilly nights and a further meeting before his parents accepted they were friends.
As friends they stole time away in their hidden chamber, soft pillows appearing for comfort and as they grew bolder the winds carried new cries as they shuddered down the valley.
But lately Summer had been acting odd. Diffident. Liking his comforts more than was even his norm. Of late Sabin's every departure to the village was met with sulks. Summer refused to leave their cave, sleeping heavily his stomach grumbling with fire.
Looking on his lover with affection it took Sabin time to notice what he held. Summer was curled a great lump of jewelled dragon around a large egg.
'What the..? Summer?' Summer opened one large beautiful eye, blinking at Sabin. He regarded the egg proudly before with a look of reluctance he allowed his magic to swirl free and changed to his human form.
'You have an egg' Sabin felt uncertain. Summer in contrast was practically gloating in pride 'I do, our egg' 'Our egg?' 'I'm a dragon you silly man, we come from eggs' 'But...'
Sabin crawled in close putting his hands to the egg and feeling it thrum with a strong heart beat. 'Our?' 'Ours' His smile was wobbly but he pulled Summer close for a kiss 'this is why you've been grumpy?' 'I am never grumpy, I'm glorious' 'You're a lazy overgrown lizard and we've got an egg' 'not for long' Summer opined ignoring the insults and they both watched excitedly as thin cracks appeared in the shell.
It took a lot of effort of the baby dragon to nibble and claw it's way free then it stood shakily in the broken shell regarding it's parents. Sabin grinned when it fell back on it's butt with a plop. 'Gets that from you' he told Summer fondly reaching for his fingers. Neither taking their eyes off the baby.
'Brrrrrr?' purred the little dragon hopping unsuccessfully up with a flutter of wings too tiny to hold him. Summer carefully reached down to pluck him up and he chirped wildly before snuggling in. Sabin stroked a finger over his scales soft and barely formed.
'So beautiful' 'Of course he is' Summer purred 'he's ours' 'he?' 'he' 'Little Sidney' 'Sidney?' 'There's been enough of you silly lizards and your naming for seasons. Summer stuck out his tongue and baby Sidney made happy chirps.
Of course when the baby dragon was spotted by the villagers his pale green scales the colour of new leaves and his eyes the gold of buttercups he became known as the Spring dragon to the smirk of Summer and his mates exasperation.
He heard words carried on the winds; echoing and aching through long winter nights during which they got particularly loud. They teased in summer, less anguish and more playful bubbling up to fill the cracks and valleys in the stone hills that sheltered the village.
'It's the wind. it's the wind'
No way it was the wind begging the night for release.
Finding footing Sabin gave a grim smile. It was a heroes quest for truth, he would find the source of the calls. Not even the Great Snow Dragon himself would stop him. Though he could admit to himself the dragon rather scared him!
Sabin climbed higher than he'd ever attempted before, there were narrow winding paths for some of his epic journey but other places were a treacherous scramble over shifting rocks. The cries were still from high above him, wind rattled around the hills playing with the harmonics making it impossible to source the sound.
It was definitely not the wind calling out to the night.
Stopping to catch his breath Sabin leaned against a boulder and listened. 'More' sang the night around him. Rhythmic thumps punctuating full throated cries. Sabin got hard in his pants, glad there was none to see his embarrassment.
He knew the source of the cries and it was not the wind. Neither was it anything he dared speak of. His face coloured remembering knowing adult looks; pursed lips and dancing eyes. He doubted many truly deemed the wind so eloquent.
'They do that a lot'
The voice startled Sabin, as did the knowledge he wasn't quite alone, and the wonder of who else might be perching in so inhospitable a place. 'Here' the voice directed kicking a loose stone to draw Sabin's attention upward.
A young man near to his own age sat above him, kicking his feet with no care at the height. 'It's embarrassing' the boy complained. He slithered down the rock to be on a level with Sabin who heart in throat reached to catch him, sure he would fall. On a level Sabin realised his foolishness. The young man's eyes were molten fire, a swirl of rich amber coupled with warm tan skin.
'I could help you down' the boy offered giving Sabin a complete appraisal that spared him no detail 'Perhaps one day we can make our own noise?' he grinned then glanced up 'see how they like it!' he winked then in an explosion of magic stood there the young Summer Dragon. Son of the Great Snow Dragon and his -noisy- beloved mate.
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Sabin going to be sneaking away to meet his new friend? Imagine he'll want to keep it a secret, as if at least one of his parents won't notice. Can you imagine too the Summer Dragon having to sneak peeks at what his parents are doing and giving a lesson, "They were doing this the other day."
And oh what if he happens to meet his friend's parents in the village.
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From first meeting their friendship had progressed in jest. Sabin still chuckled over his parents shock at the yearly Dragon Feast. The Winter dragon lighting the festival fire with a spout of flame then poised that the dancing flames brought gold to his pearly scales. His mate ever close.
The wind was remarkably quiet for such a blistery night!
Summer his molten colours those of the fire itself had joined them having come of age. He reclined watching the festivities with bright eyes. Sabin unthinkingly called him a giant lazy lizard, his parents gasping in horror, their apology drowned out by a smug purr and wisp of smoke enough to make Sabin splutter. It had taken chilly nights and a further meeting before his parents accepted they were friends.
As friends they stole time away in their hidden chamber, soft pillows appearing for comfort and as they grew bolder the winds carried new cries as they shuddered down the valley.
But lately Summer had been acting odd. Diffident. Liking his comforts more than was even his norm. Of late Sabin's every departure to the village was met with sulks. Summer refused to leave their cave, sleeping heavily his stomach grumbling with fire.
Looking on his lover with affection it took Sabin time to notice what he held. Summer was curled a great lump of jewelled dragon around a large egg.
'What the..? Summer?'
Summer opened one large beautiful eye, blinking at Sabin. He regarded the egg proudly before with a look of reluctance he allowed his magic to swirl free and changed to his human form.
'You have an egg' Sabin felt uncertain.
Summer in contrast was practically gloating in pride 'I do, our egg'
'Our egg?'
'I'm a dragon you silly man, we come from eggs'
'But...'
Sabin crawled in close putting his hands to the egg and feeling it thrum with a strong heart beat.
'Our?'
'Ours'
His smile was wobbly but he pulled Summer close for a kiss 'this is why you've been grumpy?'
'I am never grumpy, I'm glorious'
'You're a lazy overgrown lizard and we've got an egg'
'not for long' Summer opined ignoring the insults and they both watched excitedly as thin cracks appeared in the shell.
It took a lot of effort of the baby dragon to nibble and claw it's way free then it stood shakily in the broken shell regarding it's parents. Sabin grinned when it fell back on it's butt with a plop. 'Gets that from you' he told Summer fondly reaching for his fingers. Neither taking their eyes off the baby.
'Brrrrrr?' purred the little dragon hopping unsuccessfully up with a flutter of wings too tiny to hold him. Summer carefully reached down to pluck him up and he chirped wildly before snuggling in. Sabin stroked a finger over his scales soft and barely formed.
'So beautiful'
'Of course he is' Summer purred 'he's ours'
'he?'
'he'
'Little Sidney'
'Sidney?'
'There's been enough of you silly lizards and your naming for seasons. Summer stuck out his tongue and baby Sidney made happy chirps.
Of course when the baby dragon was spotted by the villagers his pale green scales the colour of new leaves and his eyes the gold of buttercups he became known as the Spring dragon to the smirk of Summer and his mates exasperation.
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I finally got a chance to read this and now there's more.
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