Farsong

Farsong hides her presence nearly all the time watching and protecting everyone while keeping herself away from socializing. Farsong is the spirit of winter and spring but no one knows thinking she's only a myth when she's a real dragon.

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Somewhere far up in the evening sky, an Imperial Dragon floated, watching the earth below her, and all the creatures under her care. The last rays of sunlight shimmered upon her, catching upon the silver of her sword.
Farsong looked too gentle a soul to harm anyone. Her hair fell about her almost like a cloak, the pale strands sparkling as the breeze swirled them around her elegant body. The air was just at that temperature between cool and warm. Snowflakes danced about, but so did flower petals, rose blossoms, citrus blooms and lilac. Closing her eyes, Farsong inhaled the fragrance. It was her favorite tyme of the year, just on the cusp of spring after winter.
A faint sound, almost like gentle bells, caught her attention. Very few dragons came up this high, and that was the way Farsong liked it. She cared for the dragons, the creatures below. But it was far easier to concentrate on protecting and providing for them when she was not distracted by their interactions. In fact, most thought she was only a story, a legend, a song.

Upon opening her eyes, she found another Imperial hoovering nearby. This one had lanterns floating about, their light shimmering as stars upon the golden dragon. Realizing she had been seen, the other female offered her greetings.
“Well met, good Farsong. I am Vridania. Long have I hoped to meet thee.” The voice was soft and musical, tinged with great respect.
“Well met, Vridania. Why-for-come hast thou dreamt on this meeting?”
A hint of mischief flickered in green eyes. “The Fairies speak highly of the Magik dragon who makes the snowflakes to dance. They say you can even be persuade to let them join you as you dance among the blooming flowers.”
“Thou hast come to dance with me this night?” Farsong was confused. What did this other dragon wish of her.

“If thou wish it,” came the reply. “Truly, I hath waited to greet thee, and offer mine praise for all thee hath done for thy charges- all the dragons, fairies and other creatures whom you watch over this night and always. Many might not know of thee but those who do, know deep in our hearts that, though gentle and loving, your great sword protects. I wish merely to convey unto thee mine utmost respect and admiration.”
Caught off-guard, Farsong felt moisture collecting in her eyes. She sought no recognition or praise for what she did- it was her gift of love to those around her. Yet Vridania's words touched her deeply.
“I thank thee, dear Vridania. It warms my heart to have thee here with me. I welcome thee as Friend.” The brightly colored dragon raised one paw to place over her heart as she gave a respectful nod of her head along with a bright smile.
The dragon beside her beamed in reply. “I am honored as thine Friend.” A golden paw returned the heartfelt salute.
Mischief bloomed blue eyes. “In truth, the Fairies make excellent merriment. Wouldst thou care to join me this night in revelry? I am sure we shall find our fair Friends if we search them out.”
“That I would enjoy greatly!”
Together, the two Imperials turned towards the ground below, and soon the glittering sight of their graceful dance through the night skies faded from view.