A tiny dragon waddled around, peering at this and that. He tripped over some of his overgrown fur and landed face-first into a bank of snow, but bounced up with determination. Shaking like a wet hainu, he managed to shake the worst of the snow from his fur. Marching on ambitious paws, searching for something. Soon he came upon a warm small cave, decorated with streaks of purple paint on the walls. He walked past the paintings and went into a room at the back, inside the room was a pile of dark purple flowers, he pounced on it with a yip.
The pile of flowers shrieked and flailed at it's assailant. It was another tiny dragon! She was darkly colored and seemed to have flowers growing out of her fur, even with the cold of winter all around. She took awhile to become oriented and then glared at the now-snickering dragon who had awoken her.
"Teacup, that was mean! I don't walk into your cave and attack you whilst you're sleeping! It was such a nice dream too-"
"C'mon Stormy, y'know it was fun~ Plus y'know what today is! It's the new year, and almost over too, if I hadn't visited you then you'd've slept right through it."
"I wouldn't-"
"Ya would've definitely slept through it, even after all the planning we did for today"
"Would not." Grumbled the ruffled purple she-dragon. She knew today was important, but Teacup could've been gentler at waking her, at the very least. Yawning, she ran her paws through her fur and stretched whilst watching Teacup fidget with impatience. "So let's get it started then."
She walked past him and into the main cave, she found a box against the wall and opened it. Inside were her paints, purple in all ranges, from reddish to bluish and a few odd mixes in between. Turning around with an armload of them, she bumped into Teacup, who had been leaning over her shoulder looking into the box. With a huff she closed it and pushed him away. "Keep your mits off those ones, i mean it! These are the ones for this year, Tea."
Laying out a bluish-purple paint and a dull reddish-purple paint, she eyed the walls. "Now choose the spot."
Teacup excitedly bounced over to an empty patch of wall next to the entrance of her own room-cave and declared "This one! Should be perfect for this year's addition to the cave, Don't cha think?"
He ran back to her and reached for the bluish-purple paint. She slammed her paw on his and hissed. "No! We start with the red-violet."
He grabbed the reddish one, nonplussed, and raced back to the wall and dipped his paw into the paint, and with a flourish splattered it on the wall. Stormy stared at it thoughtfully for a moment before dipping her own paw into the paint, and with careful touches, transformed the splattered paint into images.
A flock of birds here, a cat there, trees, fallen leaves, bamboo shoots, she didn't leave out any of the important parts of the year's events. The older dragons would get the symbolism if they thought about it a bit, but it was their duty as the Youth's to record it with each New Year. She made the paints from her own flowers, mixed with various berries and insects for different hues, and as such picked them for their meaning. The reddish one they were using now was mixed with catsup flowers, and the bluish kind she'd be using after this was mixed with sweet potato vine. It was a plentiful year.
After they finished painting the year's drawings, they outlined them in the bluish paint. The Year's Drawings were finished, so the tiny dragons ran off to wash their paws of the paint before fetching the bigger dragons to look at the recordings and then they'd all swap stories of the year's events at the feast later. She was looking forward to some sweet potato pie!
