It’s hard to believe that over at More Odds Than Ends we are at Week 50. Seems like just last month that we started down this road. In the last year of responding to and thinking up these prompts I’ve grown as a writer more than I could have imagined at the beginning of the year. This has been an absolute blast and I hope to keep doing it into next year. My prompt thie week came from ‘nother Mike: Five faeries, like Tinkerbelle, but all different pastel shades, danced down the dragon’s arm and spun around in a circle in its paw… My prompt went to Leigh Kimmel.
This one is short, and it just came to me. Like last week’s prompt, I think it may go somewhere…or it may not. I hope you enjoy this little snippet.
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Arlia closed her eyes and counted to ten. She opened them. No change. Peossi’s scales glittered in the dimness of the weyr. The dragon stood there with a slightly bemused look on her face while the small lights danced down her back.
“Um…should I chase them away?” Arlia took a hesitant step forward.
“No. They mean no harm. I have heard of this before, but never witnessed it,” Peo held her paw out and shrugged.
The five colored lights moved back up towards the dragon’s shoulders. They wove delicately around her wings, and down onto her front leg. Arlia stared as the lights resolved themselves into five small faeries, each one a different color. The first one was a pale blue, followed by yellow, green, pink, and purple.
“But what are they doing?” Arlia asked.
“Dancing, of course,” Peo bared her teeth in a slight smile.
“Well, yes…dancing. But why on you?”
“I’m a dragon, of course.”
Arlia tried hard not to roll her eyes. “Fine. Let me rephrase my question. Why are pastel-colored fairies dancing down your arm and are now twirling around on your paw?”
Peo watched the faeries for a moment, then glanced up at Arlia. Her mouth opened and then closed.
Arlia laughed. “You have no idea, do you?”
Peo didn’t answer, her attention seemingly focused on the faeries. Finally she looked up at Arlia. A thin ribbon of smoke curled out of one nostril.
“No, I don’t,” somehow the huge blue-green dragon managed to look sheepish.
Arlia laughed again and scratched her friend’s favorite spot, on the bridge of her nose, as they both watched the faeries twirl in Peo’s foot.
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Oh, nice! I wondered why those fairies were dancing on a dragon. I still don’t know, but it is cute!
I’m not sure either. I might have to keep writing just to find out!
Obviously, the dancing is a cover for the fairies “drinking” Peo’s magic.
Equally obviously, it’s not harmful to Peo. [Big Dragon Grin]
Actually, “bathing” or “swimming” in the Dragon’s magic might be more accurate. 😉
Oh, I like that! I was thinking this might go somewhere further. May I use that?
That’s cute!