It was a terribly windy day, and that meant it was a special day.
Out into the field Dala with her daughter went. There, the blades of grass bent to the will of the wind, brushing their shins. In the distance, past an abyss of mist, the faces of myriad orange cliffs stood half-buried in shadows, but towering above all things.
“I’m cold, mom,” her daughter said, and her eyes strayed to the sky. “Where are the clouds?”
Dala smiled, wrapped her daughter in a little coat, and picked her up. “The wind swept them away, darling. And don’t worry, it will get better soon.”
“You will see,” she said, and pointed at the horizon. “Keep your eyes over there. If fortune bless us, we will see it passing right in front of us.”
“Look, over there!”
The wind picked up. They both stared at the far, distant sky, and there, first like a smudge, then like an ever-growing wonder, was a dragon.
“What is that?” The whirring of the buffeting currents took away half her words.
Dala squinted her eyes. “A dragon. The most beautiful creature in the world.”
It swooped down close to them. Her daughter spoke, but the cracking of the dragon’s flutter forbid Dala to hear.
At last, the wind stopped altogether. For the dragon alighted beyond the cliffs, towering over them as though they were mere wayside stones.
Dala couldn’t help but smile like a little child. Her daughter stared in sheer awe, her eyes dancing across the creature. Red and white it was, and jagged its skin.
“Is it bad, mom?”
“No, darling. It has been protecting us for a long time. It lives with the king in times of war, but now that people aren’t fighting anymore, it’s free to soar the skies of the kingdom.” She let out a deep, pleasant breath. “We live in a beautiful world. One that is full of secrets and wonders.”
“I will look for them when I’m taller.”
Dala chuckled. “Will you?”
Her daughter nodded.
“I knew you had a brave heart.”
And just like that, until the dragon flew far away, in the field, they remained.
Art by: Matt Bulahao (Skaya3000 on DeviantArt)