Sayonara | Dragons Blood, part 3 - Not so alone

Enjoy the midnight and enjoy the next part of my fiery tale. I've decided to write Dragon's Blood as a love story because I ususally create completely different things and I want to learn this.

Arlene woke up late. She smiled at the sun, dressed up and headed to the dining room. The maid had prepared strawberry waffles for her.

"Thank you, Sansa. This was thoughtful,” Arlene smiled at the young girl.

"Would you like some tea, Lady Arlene?”

"Yes, please,” she smiled again. After the night flight she was filled with happiness and energy.

She sipped jasmine tea and gazed to the garden. It had to freeze last night, she wondered. For she did not feel any chill. The mighty oak was catching the feeble sunrays. Birds which didn't leave for the winter were hopping on the ground and searching something to eat.

"Feed them, Sansa. I love watching them flying.”

"Of course, my lady,” the girl immediately responded and went to search some seed.

Arlene took another bite and looked to the sky. She would fly tonight. She had enough energy to fly every single night for six months, at least she felt that way. She finished her late breakfast and returned to her private room. She stood in front of a mirror and took off her clothes. She loved her dragon form but shape shifting during the day was dangerous. In no time her grounds could be swarmed with inquisitors and Arlene wasn't sure how much of them she could melt before they would pierce her body with thousands of spears.

She only let her scales appear. Dragon lady touched her shining breast. Tiny silver scales sparkled under her touch. She stroked her silver-covered loins. The night would come, Arlene reassured herself. She took a lute from the wall and lay down on the bed. She played old long-forgotten songs. Her nimble fingers were dancing among strings and she was softly singing. The instrument lay on her silver dragon belly and it was singing with her.

Sansa was standing behind the door and listening, mesmerized by beautiful voice. Even though Lady Arlene was moody, her servants admired her. Not only for her beauty, elegance and artistic spirit, but also for the slight contempt for the kingdom. She refused to provide her people as soldiers for centuries and that made her almost saint in their eyes. Of course nobody knew about her night flights and everybody thought she was the only daughter of the good Arlene who died fighting a fire in a church.

At last night approached. With a joyful song on her lips she said good night to her maid and locked the door. She quickly dropped her dress on the carpet and under the cloak of night jumped of the balcony.

Winter wind was caressing her body like a gentle lover. Stars were twinkling high above and Arlene's lavender eyes reflected those night diamonds. The intoxicating freedom seized her mind in the most delicate way. Everything was perfect. Thin crescent hardly illuminated occasional little clouds. She spotted a little fire in the dark, so she approached to see what happened. After all the fire was her passion.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the dark dragon silhouette. The other dragon spotted her and tried to disappear beneath the spiky rocks. Arlene chased him. She knew the lands and she immediately saw the dragon's mistake. He could not possibly escape her. She chased him for a short moment. Then he realized he erred and growled deeply.

"Who are you and why are you burning my villages? They are mine to ignite!” Arlene sent him a telepathic message.