I dream of Polar night

ooc: inspired by another writer's story.

Osprey didn't need to be told twice - she was ready to tell a story at any time of day. Maybe not, when woken up at three o'clock in the morning - then she usually was very cranky and grumpy and had no tolerance for anything. Want to see Osprey lose her patience and go for someone's throat (metaphorically) - wake her up at this unusual hour. However - this fact was irrelevant to the story itself. She lied down so that she could be in the same level as Charon was, thought for a little while and then began to speak.

"It was a warm summer's evening - you will see plenty of those in your life - I had returned from a hunt, tired and sleepy, I lied down in the lush grass. The sun was shining, the smells of the plants, earth and resin of the pine-trees were very strong. I began to doze off, when suddenly I felt the ground beneath me move slightly, but rythmically and, when I put my ear to the ground, I could hear a slow, but strong beating sound. Needless to say that I felt surprised - the ground beneath me was alive," part of her wished that it was summer again and the other part of her wondered, how very odd it was to realize, that this kid before her had never witnessed it himself.

"I got up to my feet and observed the area around me carefully, until my gaze stopped by a little hill - or rather, what appeared to be one. I approached it slowly and believe it or not, all of a sudden I was facing a sleeping dragon. It was hard to tell, where he "ended" and the earth began, because he was covered by the grass and plants, roots of the small bushes and ground itself - they were just as much a part of him as the dragon was part of this particular place. His breath was slow, but I could feel it as a light breeze around me."

"His eyes were closed, but he probably somehow felt that I was present, because he opened them and they were in a color of the setting sun, burning the sky above it, before disappearing behind the horizon. These eyes spoke of wisdom and kindness. They were warm and welcoming and I suddenly got a feeling that I have known him all my life. "Be greeted, stranger," he said in a low voice. I stood perplexed for a moment, but then I returned his greetings: "Greetings, dragon."

Osprey made a pause to gather her thoughts on how to go on with the story. In case Charon had any questions, he was free to ask them.