The morning sky was crisp and vibrant blue. Not a cloud could be seen … except for one, rising from within the forest and billowing high into the sky…
“Hey Dad! Did you see the cloud I just made? It looks like an rabbit,” the young dragon called, as he admired the giant bunny floating to the sky. “Come out here, and we can play cloud maker together,” he said as he drew in a deep breath, and let out a steamy spew mixed with laughter and giggles.
His father could only turn back and remind him about the old tradition that dragon fathers do not live at home with the family very long. “Malachite, my son, you know today is the day I leave you. I have been here longer than most fathers already. The way of our land is for fathers to wander alone in the deep forest in search for the greater meaning of life.”
The tall, gray and rough Granite would miss his rumbles with his young and loving seven year old land dragon son. But this was not the way of the dragon. They are loner animals with anger in their souls. “You’ll survive, we all do.” The dragon said looking as if his own heart had doubts.
