#jufeng

02.

Suddenly, she was not the wind, separate from the rest of creation, and she was trapped, trapped within a large awkward creature of scales and horns and hissing breath, and she plummeted towards the billowing grass below.

03.

He came into existence simply and quietly- first he was not, and then he was, and the coming into being was as soft and gentle as sunrise over the steppes. Everything he needed was whispered to him by the night breezes, and he knew that he was dragon, and he was a child of the one who sang pattern into the winds. The air responded to the sweep of his tail and the arch of his neck, and the breeze tugged on his wings and his talons and sang words and memories from far-off lands.

04.

There was a new creature in his domain, a creature who was also dragon, and the sunlight on her wings shone like golden fields of barley, and she smelled of the wind from the wild places of the world. He drew closer, his breath catching in his throat, and suddenly the stranger's head snapped up and she fixed him with pale green nebula eyes that looked into forever and seemed older than the mountains themselves.

05.