A Fishy Vacation Diversion

There was no draconic sleep aid quite like a belly full of fish, pleasantly stretched flight muscles, and the crashing of ocean waves along the beach.

A Good Sulk Disrupted Gleefully

If you wanted a REALLY good sulk, you had to get away from everything. No distractions. And the bottom of the sea was the best place for that. At least, when you were a dragon.

Orphaned Shinies

There came a point, in every adventure, where you wondered if you’d finally lost your mind and this time it wasn’t going to work out. Abigail had breathing exercises for it.

Ninety-Eight's Long Vigil Validated

20260818 Written for “Smogust’s Story Hoard”, prompt 12. I flap down to where the researchers are waiting, a clearing within view of their tents. “Hello. My nephew said you were looking for an old dragon?” “Yes!” Ah, the enthusiasm of a true scholar on the hunt. “You see, we

The Travails Of Draconic Subletting

“Now, I’m SURE you read the listing very carefully, but to be sure we’re all on the same page, yes the castle has a genuine dragon living in it, who is the LEGAL OWNER…”