18. Soft (03/02/10)

The sun filtered thought the membrane of the dragon’s wing, casting blue shadows on the clouds beneath her. She enjoyed flying, especially this high, where the air was cold and clear. No one else could breathe up here, except her, so she had her own little world above the one below. Kate frolicked in the clouds for some time, rolling through the wisps as air, scooping them up in her wings, scattering with her fire breath.

Eventually she noticed that the sun was beginning to set, and so she dropped below the cloud line, and set a course for the forest of the Trieli. About a half hour later she came in low over the lake that was just outside of the heart of the forest. The gusts from her wings blew the treetops this way and that, as her claws grabbed onto the rocky formation at the point of the lake. Her sharp eyes caught the movement of someone in the tree, and she saw Myelin coming out to greet her. With the familiar rushing feeling, she shifted back into human form, and stretched out the kinks that came with going from a 50ft dragon to a 5ft 4 inch bipedal human.

“You were out a long time.”

“I like flying.” This constituted a normal greeting between the two of them.

Myelin looked at her, a thoughtful, perhaps even wistful look on her delicate features. “What is it like? Flying, I mean.”

Kate turned back up to the sunset streaked sky, with the pink clouds idly trailing by. “It’s soft.”


“Yeah. When you’re up that high, nothing can touch you but the clouds, and they’re really soft.”

Myelin’s confused look continued for a few more moments, then she sighed and shook her head. “Sometimes I think you are soft in the brain.”

Kate laughed. “It’s entirely possible.”