Aloe

Bio By @Ruthie

The Stranger

A faint flickering. The kites sway rhythmically, indicating an approaching dragon. Some resting on floating platforms shift their lazy heads to look, and others keep to their naps. It was that time of day: they knew who it was. A majestic being, one of grace. Not surprising for an Imperial, but he was surely something to marvel at. The little ones would gawk; they could hear him from the bells on his sash. And really that was the only way to determine his approach, if you listened for it.

A body surged past the platforms, temporarily knocking them against each other. The young hatchlings that spotted the white blur cheered and roared for him. He swirled around the platform twice before heading off again, pausing only momentarily to give them a smile. No one ever spoke to the dragon - no adults, anyway. But children seemed to have a way with him. The Kohaku River, he would be called if anyone asked. He moves like water, was the explanation. So fluid, almost nothing could compare. And he liked it that way.