Moonspear obscura

✴Draco.

Revui did not know what a dragon was, not really. He stared at the constellation regardless and felt a weight pressing upon him, comforting him, although he couldn't recall the last time he needed comforting. If this thing, this dragon, never left the horizon, then it was always watching them. It was guarding the mountain, guarding the family. Revui liked the concept; he hoped one day to become the dragon of the mountain too, or some such creature. The leviathan was more appropriate — this thing, lurking in the dark, ready to break any enemy that came for them. The boy's eyes were half-lidded already, but the more he thought about this — the more relaxed he became, giving in to the sense of protection afforded by Draco — the sleepier he got. Until, of course, the inevitable happened. He'd drifted off to sleep, where he would dream of all the creatures of the world bowing to him upon the mountain.