Post by Zephyr on Oct 20, 2008 13:07:43 GMT -5
Lifting his snout as high as his neck would allow, Zephyr drew in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the blossoms that carpeted the meadow. The dragonlings had yet to finish their hunting lessons, giving the Silver-to-be enough time to gather seed pods and herbs before the youngsters charged the area and trampled the defenseless flora flat.
Sitting on his haunches, he used his forepaws to grasp the edge of the sheet of bark he had carried from his tree and dragged it to rest before him, then set to work gently separating the dried pods from their stems. Every so often, he'd pause to brush away an insect that had decided to light on his muzzle; once, a stray butterfly had tickled his nostrils to the point of making him sneeze, sending a cloud of petals and leaves into the air around him and spilling his carefully gathered plant matter.
His shadow had shortened significantly by the time his task was through, and yet he still found himself alone. Perhaps the dragonlings had found something better to do than frolic in the field? If that were the case...
Binding down a layer of long grass over the collection of pods, petals, and fleshy stems with some hastily-grown vines, he set the sheet of bark aside and sprawled out on his back amongst the flowers, wings open and relaxed. After a moment, he rolled to his side, then to his belly, folding his wings over his back as he curled his tail and neck toward his body, nuzzling his snout under a wing; he hoped to enjoy the peace for a while longer before the dragonlings invaded the area.
Sitting on his haunches, he used his forepaws to grasp the edge of the sheet of bark he had carried from his tree and dragged it to rest before him, then set to work gently separating the dried pods from their stems. Every so often, he'd pause to brush away an insect that had decided to light on his muzzle; once, a stray butterfly had tickled his nostrils to the point of making him sneeze, sending a cloud of petals and leaves into the air around him and spilling his carefully gathered plant matter.
His shadow had shortened significantly by the time his task was through, and yet he still found himself alone. Perhaps the dragonlings had found something better to do than frolic in the field? If that were the case...
Binding down a layer of long grass over the collection of pods, petals, and fleshy stems with some hastily-grown vines, he set the sheet of bark aside and sprawled out on his back amongst the flowers, wings open and relaxed. After a moment, he rolled to his side, then to his belly, folding his wings over his back as he curled his tail and neck toward his body, nuzzling his snout under a wing; he hoped to enjoy the peace for a while longer before the dragonlings invaded the area.