Lethanvas

Stolvir’s First Christmas (A Dragon Dreams short story) Snow was falling steadily as two dragons flew high over the tree-covered landscape. It was just after midday, but the light was dimmed by heavy clouds until it resembled dusk. The visibility was so low that they had not even bothered to magically shield themselves. Ice-covered lakes and rivers scattered the ground far below, helping the pair keep their bearings among the endless sea of evergreens. One dragon—the red-and-black—flew slightly ahead and consulted a small map that he had secured to his foreleg. “Alright, Stolvir, time to shield up,” said Ayreth to his green-scaled partner, touching his athka and speaking into his mind. “We should be getting close now, so let’s lose some altitude.” The two creatures soon activated their magic and covered themselves with an illusion to hide from human eyes. Stolvir felt a tremendous thrill at the knowledge that they were almost at their destination. Indeed, his wings were slightly