For #LineByLineTime : “Reverie”
Gerald stared out at the palace grounds from his perch on top of the dragon stables. The view was extensive from this height, but not as vast as seen from the back of a flying dragon. He sighed quietly, thinking of the Dragon Master’s words to him earlier that day.
“I know you’d like to fly with us on patrol, son, but you’re just not big enough. It takes muscle to control these dragons. You’re the youngest we’ve ever had sent to us, and even the full-grown lads had to work on building their bodies before we could even start to train them. You just have to wait and grow and learn what you can along the way. As it is, you’ll be ahead of many of the grown men we’ll get.”
Gerald remembered his argument. “But Hannah is smaller than me and she flies all the time!”
The Dragon Master had smiled kindly, if a little ruefully. “But she doesn’t control them, does she? She just goes wherever they decide to go.”
That was certainly true, Gerald thought. It didn’t bother Hannah at all to not be in control. Gerald hated not being in control. His whole life was controlled by others. He’d like to make the decisions about his life just once in a while.
A noise behind him made him turn his head just as Grunther thrust his scaly head over Gerald’s shoulder and settled its weight on the boy. Gerald froze. Normally when the young dragon got this close, he was snapping and huffing at him. But the dragon did not move, except to heave what sounded very much like a human sigh as he, too, stared out at the grounds.
Gerald dared to lay a hand on the dragon’s neck and stroked it slowly. The dragon’s jaw dipped to lay on Gerald’s chest, until a flight of dragons passed overhead. Grunther raised his chin and watched them until they were out of sight, then made a mournful sound and dropped his head again.
Enlightenment struck the boy. “You, too?” he whispered. It felt like a moment for whispers. “They told you that you were too young and small, too, didn’t they? You know just how I feel.” Grunther tilted his head just enough for his double-lidded eye to stare at Gerald for an instant before his breath gusted out in a sulfurous wind, and he dropped his head to lie across the boy’s chest again.
The human resumed stroking his companion and leaned his head against the creature he once feared. They were two of a kind after all, and understood each other. Gerald still regretted not being allowed to ride patrol yet, but at least now there was some company in his misery.