Brian Kesinger's Visual Storytelling Challenge

THE DREAMER

Slowly roused by something my cheek liquid wets only spend a few seconds to know that this liquid was my own saliva, before such discovery lift my face very quickly grimacing in disgust followed by a whimper.

-I told you to go to bed but I did not listen Zai-scolding an already familiar voice.

-Zareb I know, I know, but ... I just can not help it-Broach to Zareb my guardian and greatest creation-When an idea comes to me I let it flow at that moment! You yourself gave me that tip-

-I remember well what I said but still must Zaida rest, staying up late is bad for health besides cause you trouble-advise Zareb coming into the room flapping their little wings, which in one of its little claws brought a small glass green porcelain with steaming liquid that the smell was tea.

-I wanted coffee-With a pout take the cup in my hands taking care not to burn.

-The Coffee is not good for health have told me that apart can become addictive-I recite the little dragon perched on the desk which I had fallen asleep the night before.- get it done and you can go-

- What would I do without my wise old Zareb? -Ask The air with a smile at the little dragon and seemingly gentle eyes closed.

Tea standing up quickly finished my chair down some of my gloves exposing my forearm. With a smile look Zareb asked "Ready for another day in paradise?" Without answering only nodded and quickly flew to my forearm and then become a tattoo ink which was basically the small dragon blue scales with a touch violets.

I hid this tattoo relocating long-sleeved black glove, look at my room expecting to find a complete disaster drawing as articles, books, oil paintings, sheets, clothes and other things scattered everywhere. But what I found was all my immaculate room looking at him with my own eyes could see that characteristic smell clean and subtly lavender, with a big smile kiss my forearm musing aloud "Thank Zareb".

Take my backpack that was cluttered desk next to me taking all kinds of drawing utensils were within my reach. Tie my hair with a rubber band black color and putting some brushes for pure decoration, I ran to another desk that was in my room it was to "fix" brush a little of my uncontrollable hair and put on some lenses welder and so no more than fix some hair and clothing left my house at a rapid pace.

The neighborhood was already the usual people were here and has completely absorbed in their own affairs, a group of cheerful children approached me with their smiles and quaint.

-Good morning Zaida! -Julian greeted a nice boy swarthy, raven hair and deep black eyes. He wore a long-sleeved white shirt with a dark brown pants and black shoes scraped a full dry mud worthy of a child.

-Good morning Julian!- Greet Sweet child holding my step.

-You gonna play with us today?- I ask laughingly Naomi, a sweet little girl with blond hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes dressed in a white shirt, crimson skirt and shoes that could ever be white socks with lace.

-Mmmm sorry guys but I think not answered today-

To my children I reply quickly made sounds of disappointment, the other children who had begged me to change my answer because a positive. For a few seconds I made the difficult and thoughtful but looking at their little faces change my face supplicants one smiling.

-All right !, You win! I'll play with you when you get home-Answer. Cries of happiness did not expect- I'll see you after a while children! '-I said goodbye scurrying to my destination.

I could only hear cries of children farewell sweet children.

When you stop watching him through several streets that was beautiful and imposing city. City Cheanguts the city of progress, which despite being mostly plagued by large factories and be yields of great inventions was very quaint and not all was mostly gray or black color.