Did you see Monday's blog with the ad feature for David McLeod's Pilots II? Dragons, people, dragons!! I love the way David describes the sighting in this scene so I had to share it. 

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Against the darkling sky, a backdrop like a purple-gray, the dragon flew high enough to catch the last rays of the setting sun and glistened with all the colors of the rainbow, and more. In the last light of day, it was revealed: long, sinuous neck and tail, bat-like wings, huge body and triangular head. “It can’t possibly fly,” we both said.

“Think bumblebee,” Paul said.

“Think magic!” I asserted.

Paul took my hand. Our eyes locked onto the approaching dragon. “He’s seen us,” Paul said.

“I hope he doesn’t see us as supper,” I said. My laugh was weak. “Hey! How do you know he’s a he?”

“I don’t know how I know,” Paul replied. His voice held neither doubt nor fear. “However, he is curious, not hungry.”

The dragon circled the mountaintop once, twice, again. His head turned toward us. His eyes never left us. Paul watched those eyes, enraptured. I felt the dragon’s magic. “He’s gliding, but not losing altitude,” I said. “Wings not moving, no updraft, I feel magic. He’s more than a bumblebee on steroids.”

Paul’s laugh was bright, and rang through the air. He squeezed my hand. “I’m so happy we are together to see this,” he said. “I’m so glad you came . . . .” He tore his eyes from the dragon to look at me.

“I promised. We promised,” I whispered.

“You have been more true to that promise than I,” Paul said. “I used it to lead you here.”

“I knew. I have always known,” I said. I stood on tiptoe and kissed Paul. “Eew! Chapped lips! Ow!” I laughed, a laugh that dissolved into a giggle. “I don’t suppose you have any Chapst—” The rest of my sentence was blown away in a gust that nearly toppled us. While we had been otherwise occupied, the dragon had landed.

 

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