Lyra and Altair has been flying all night, and the sun was starting to rise. It was too risky to fly any longer and they descended into a dense forest. They could feel the magic flowing amongst the trees. They would be safe from humans.

The silvery white dragon landed besides a lake and Lyra slid off. Moving to lay her back against the opalescent dragon. A wing coming down to cover the fae woman.

Lyra and Altair has been flying all night, and the sun was starting to rise. It was too risky to fly any longer and they descended into a dense forest. They could feel the magic flowing amongst the trees. They would be safe from humans.

The silvery white dragon landed besides a lake and Lyra slid off. Moving to lay her back against the opalescent dragon. A wing coming down to cover the fae woman.

I’m in a very odd mood. So like or comment if you’d like to interact with Lyra and Silver the wolf or Altair the dragon. That’s right. I’ve had a dragon on this blog all along but she’s been sleeping. Hehe.

The forests outside of Detroit weren’t very big, but humans seemed to have lost interest in nature. The woods, untouched and overgrown. Only a small hiking path leading further into the green scenery.

However, a bit off the path there was a lake. Large and crystal blue. And besides it laid a dragon. The size of a house, wings as long as a bus when open, and opal like scales glistening in the early morning light.

Said dragon lifts her head and looks at Hunter with a less than thrilled look on her face.

The opalescent dragon looked over at Ella as she laid by the water. Amethyst eyes calm.