Happy Friday, folks. We were given such an atmospheric picture today, and as my muse is on a paranormal streak... well, enjoy, I hope :-)
Bryn swept low over the hill tops, tucked in his massive wings and blew a long stream of Sulphur filled breath out into the atmosphere. The humans called it smog, which always amused him greatly, because, in his language, that literally meant hot air. Specifically, those feeble attempts dragonets made when they first practiced their fire.
The clouds thickened and Bryn snorted a warning when his youngest almost collided with the top of the tower block.
Marian would have Bryn’s scales for a handbag if something happened to their son. Human, she might be, but his mate had fire aplenty.
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Till next week, folks.