Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
The dragon was a very busy creature, as you know. He had to do many things, and go many places everyday. He had to collect trinkets and treasures when he was away. He must stay focused in his tasks at all times. He was very focused, but still the dragon found time to fly over the mountains every night. He knew he should return home, he had already spent much time visiting his friend, and yet, he couldn’t resist to fly and dance and jump over the night sky. He loved nothing more than looking at the stars from above the clouds and feel the cold wind under his wings. Yes, he was a very busy creature but he could always find time for this
One of the reasons I like to imagine myself as a huge, ancient, lumbering dragon is that it’s very hard for a creature of that size to get going. I have to drag myself out of my lair, shake off the coins, emerge from the deep swamp waters, pump my wings furiously against the air to take flight. Nobody blames a dragon when they take a while to get started on something. So I can’t blame myself for taking a while to get started either.
HE’S FINISHED. My dear Tobiko kitty turned into a House of the Dragon style dragon. He would truly be a terror in the Westeros skies, and getting him to comply with commands would be fruitless because Tobi doesn’t understand any words. It would actually be a nightmare if he were my dragon, but I’d love him all the same.
