Silver Mornings
Rowyn and her dragons
Wings formed a leathery tent above her head. The combined heat of three massive bodies had melted the snow and the seat of her britches was wet. Rowyn sighed and sullenly pushed her way out from her cove of dragon breath. The world was washed anew in white. The evergreens wore a fresh dress that drifted in fluffy mounds to the ground, rich as velvet and just as soft. The morning light could not pierce the retreating storm clouds, instead diffusing into a gentle silver; so gentle that no shadows could find purchase, slipping and scattering into the gray under the trees.
Rowyn took a stinging breath as the three charcoal dragons began to stir. Short yips that belayed the size of the beasts behind her grew to growls as they scuffled, thrashing powder in all directions. A swipe caught Rowyn directly in the back of the neck, dropping snow down her spine. She whirled, but Ryku and Kharag were rolling away, locked in their morning deathmatch. Losara nuzzled Rowyn and purred.
“Don’t give me that,” Rowyn grumbled, shoving the massive head away and failing. Losara nosed her hand and kept staring. “You’re the reason we’re down here without a proper camp.”
She sighed. “Are you feeling up to the flight? We need to make the mountain by sundown.”
The dragon shook loose the snow gathered under her spines and spread her wings experimentally.
It was time to get moving.
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M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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Congrats on Top Story!🥳
Delightful scenery and descriptions. And who doesn't love dragons?
Your dedication shows in your work—keep it going, congratulations!
You’ve really set the stage here for intense drama with these dragons; I’m intrigued and I look forward to seeing where the story goes in future installations!
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Your compelling and skillfully written story kept me eagerly anticipating the next developments, skillfully blending emotions and suspense for a truly captivating experience. I'd appreciate it if you could also take a moment to read my work!
Yes, this left me wanting more. Dragons in the snow? Wonderful.
Nice micro! The descriptions were dreamlike and took me there to that place. Well done!
What a beginning to a new tale. I really like where this could lead. Congratulations
I loved this
Very good microfiction.