My travelling companions wake up some hours later.
The dream affected me enough that I want to try an experiment.
I get three of the small food pellets that my companions eat.
In whispers and melodic humming, I leave the three pellets on a leaf with the question.
"Dear little friends, do you like the taste of these?"
One by one a bird lands and takes a pellet. One leaves behind a half pellet, so four birds in all.
They are listening to me, those birds. One bird was like me the, the pellet was not so nice. Still the birds left none behind, so it must be a relatively safe food.
The man has a different manner today. Much less sure of himself. He and the damsel have a secret language in hand, eye, and face (I am sure of it). His confusion is signaled to the girl.
After the supplies are packed to the horses, he tells me he wants me to ride a horse today. Those two will ride together.
They get on one horse and wait. I hop onto the horse she had been riding.
It jumps ahead quickly and the other horse joins. The horse is not really getting any control from me, but the two horses fall into the same pace.
There is a simple joy to moving without your own concentration. Coasting a bicycle down a slight hill. Riding in a convertible car slowly enough that the wind is not thrashing.
The morning mists hang in small patches. Low to the ground and also above the trees. Our party brushes through small fogs in our midst to create vortexes in our wakes.
The light of the sun dispersing the tendril mists. The cool air becoming more humid and rich.
As the sun moves higher, I enjoy the warm basking. Taking in visual delight, the dew now off the leaves on the trees.
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Just Good Friends With The Dragon
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