This place to truly other worldly.
"The sky has golden wavy sheen, like there is an ocean and we are under it looking up.
It captures away my breath. Some noctilucent layer bounds us in."
With a shake I find myself off her back. She stares in earnest.
I shudder and feel like she is a questioner that has a very tangible bite.
"Why are your thoughts so poetically?"
I tell her "It was not that way before. It just happened. Gradually. First simple dialogs, then sometimes swinging verses...."
A white large shape appears in the air. A form like a lion or dog as captured in ceramic and used as guardians.
It dives down, but dragon transmutes to light whiteness. Biting and struggling the two roll sidelong in the upper realm. Finally the dragon bites the tail of the other. Holding onto the tail as the other scampers
Eventually, it shoots off and splashes out of the golden surface high above. Leaving a skipping ripple several times before it is out of sight.
".. so I just kept writing. Did you enjoy your fun with that spirit?"
Dragon: "You were able to see that?"
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Just Good Friends With The Dragon
FantasyLife is good. I take part time jobs to help out with money. It bring smiles at dinner with my Mom and sister. Mom got sick, so I focus more on working. When Mom died I coped day by day. When my sister got married she suggested I move away. It...