I dream of Polar night

Osprey fought the urge to tell the true metaphor of the grass, because just moments ago they had agreed that his and her moms were up in the sky. With the stars. Telling that there was part of the body that remained on the Earth and became the actual grass after a while, would only complicate things further and she didn't wish that. Charon was too young and there would be a time, when he would understand. Now was not the time to shatter his fragile illusion about his mother.

"You see... for an old dragon as him it is very important that he is believed in," she explained him slowly. "Kids - like you can see them, but, when people grow up they lose this ability to see. Because they don't believe that dragons exist. And the less there are those, who keep him alive with the stories, the more he fades away," Osprey knew that her well-meant simple explanation had become very complicated at this point. "Therefore - in order to stay alive, he becomes part of earth, part of grass. And if he is not found, not seen, not woken, he forgets that he is a dragon himself."