'Even during the darkest of nights, a glint of little yellow glows brighten it up'
Not all dragons are outgoing.
Some dragons don’t like going out during the day and under the sun, where they have to talk to other dragons in the clan, interacting with them and being a part of the community.
The sun feels too hot to them—the sweltering heat burning their scales, drying their feathers. The bright sunlight feels piercing, hurting their eyes and blinding their views. Talking with others, although sometimes feels nice, most of the times feels burdening—tiring and wearing them down.
One would say that they’re recluses,
They would just say that they enjoy being alone.
These dragons prefer the night rather than the day, when the sun has sunk and the moon slowly rises. When the bright sky is painted dark and the twinkling stars breaks the endless canvas with their lights. When the hustle bustle of noise quits down into faint hums of the breeze and the sounds of crickets makes a rhythmic melody.
The night breeze feels just right—not too cold that it gives them chills, but ruffles their feathers in a refreshing way. The moonlight doesn’t hurt the eye, it shines just enough to show them a beautiful view of the gorgeous sky.
When night comes, these dragons run towards thick lush grass fields, where each strand of tall grass caresses them softly like an angel’s feather. There, they see thousands of fireflies, adding a faint glow to the night sky that warms their heart just enough to make them feel at home. They don’t need to speak—they don’t need to try express themselves for the fireflies to come. They’re just there, always waiting for the dragons to look for them.
Over time, mutual understanding is formed between these dragons and the fireflies who accompany them throughout the supposedly ‘lonely’ nights. They form this special connection, in which the fireflies become the dragon’s lifelong companion, always fluttering close by.
Some dragons don’t like going out during the day and under the sun, where they have to talk to other dragons in the clan, interacting with them and being a part of the community.
The sun feels too hot to them—the sweltering heat burning their scales, drying their feathers. The bright sunlight feels piercing, hurting their eyes and blinding their views. Talking with others, although sometimes feels nice, most of the times feels burdening—tiring and wearing them down.
One would say that they’re recluses,
They would just say that they enjoy being alone.
These dragons prefer the night rather than the day, when the sun has sunk and the moon slowly rises. When the bright sky is painted dark and the twinkling stars breaks the endless canvas with their lights. When the hustle bustle of noise quits down into faint hums of the breeze and the sounds of crickets makes a rhythmic melody.
The night breeze feels just right—not too cold that it gives them chills, but ruffles their feathers in a refreshing way. The moonlight doesn’t hurt the eye, it shines just enough to show them a beautiful view of the gorgeous sky.
When night comes, these dragons run towards thick lush grass fields, where each strand of tall grass caresses them softly like an angel’s feather. There, they see thousands of fireflies, adding a faint glow to the night sky that warms their heart just enough to make them feel at home. They don’t need to speak—they don’t need to try express themselves for the fireflies to come. They’re just there, always waiting for the dragons to look for them.
Over time, mutual understanding is formed between these dragons and the fireflies who accompany them throughout the supposedly ‘lonely’ nights. They form this special connection, in which the fireflies become the dragon’s lifelong companion, always fluttering close by.
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