A piece of a story

I am sitting in a courtyard. The weather....overcast....

The stone bench beneath me...cool and firm. I wish I had a comfier seat. I dig my toes around in the grass.

There is a dragon lying beside me, watching me. When she catches me looking at her....she blinks her big purple eyes and gives a slight toothy grin. Her eyes....look puffy. As though she has been crying....all day long.

I sigh to myself...look away. I would. Make a dragon cry. I inwardly scold myself for my day of tomfoolery.

She is still just looking at me....I start squirming and ask what she wants....but she just lays her head on her claws. I think she is simply enjoying the current peace.

She came to sit with me here because she knew I was sad. Though the weight in her heart is heavy too. Dragons....make good companions.

I clamber off my bench and plop down beside her, leaning back against her warm scales. I smile a bit. It feels good to smile.