Being a Female Dragon is Tough!

“You got to be kidding me!” I muttered under my breath.

I peered at the short little blonde clerk. “You mean to tell me that you are OUT of emerald green pants!” Emerald green is my color. It makes my beautiful lavender skin stand out and makes me feel beautiful. I need all the help I can get right now with this whole feeling beautiful thing.

After Thorston, dumped me for a fire breathing dragon, I have been looking for ways to boost my self-esteem. I think somewhere in Thorston’s tiny brain he though he was better than me since he was a fire breather. Being an odd dragon is hard. I don’t fire breath like those other lizard chicks, I’m a foglayer. I expel a sweet smelling fog that hovers a few inches over the ground when I’m happy. I expel a deep woodsy smelling fog when I’m sad or depressed. Not great for dating --so you get the picture.

Thorston and I met at my favorite coffee shop, Love and Scales. I was wearing a beautiful green skirt that swept around ankles, silver dangling wing chains and chiffon floaty wrap that ties around my long slender neck between my third and fourth platelet on my back. He tripped over my spiked tail on his way to the back of the shop. I apologized profusely and explained that my tail sometimes has a mind of its own. He laughed with a little flame of fire coming out between the chuckles. It was endearing. He sat with me that day and we just talked and talked. We talked about everything—he even complimented me on my crimson eyes and white fangs. I felt connected to him as a Dragon and thought he must be my “one”. After that day we were inseparable.

Our evenings consisted of unbridled passion from dusk till dawn. Thorston's lips tickled my neck like fuzzy willow grass waving in the wind. His talons were so gentle, never marring my skin. He even found my ticklish spot third rib down on my bright yellow stomach. With each caress, I would sigh and sweetest fog would fill the room, I have never let out fog like that.

Thorston and I connected on a deep telepathic level or so I thought. I didn’t know our love was temporary. He severed the connection one evening after dinner with his parents. It hit me like a ton of bricks. My crimson eyes welled up with tears on the walk home. I reached out my spiked tail for his.

"It must be this way." He said focusing on the cobblestone street ahead.

I puffed a large sea foam green fog cloud that smelled equally vinegary and woodsy. So this was the smell of a relationship gone awry.

I know it’s pathetic and cliché resorting to retail therapy. This was my first adult dragon heartbreak and it has been hard. I will survive like every other female dragon before me. Maybe what I need is a hot cup of elf java to take away this fog.

Love and Scales is unusually full for a Thursday evening. I hobble through the door and wait my turn in line. A deep baritone voice begins, “Thank you for coming tonight. I have a few new songs to share with you tonight.” The sound of a Harpitar, fills the room with a melody so sweet. A whispering fog dances along the floor around the hem of my black skirt.

I swing my head around and there is the most gorgeous foglayer I have ever seen. This magnificent purple dragon god is strumming with his eyes closed and head rocking gently in time to the music. Next to him is a small three legged stool with a sign; Jaegan, Harpitar Player, donations accepted. He is slightly small for a male dragon, his wings are a deep dark purple and his stomach has unusual misty gold scales. Without an ounce of dignity and my mouth gaping open; I stare.

“You like my music, huh?” A voice intrudes my thoughts immediately, with wide eyes I stare at Jaegan strumming.

“Yes, I can play and talk at the same time.”

“Your playing is so serene and calming.” I said telepathically while twitching my tail.

He whispers, “Your next.”

Blushing, can he read my thoughts that well?

“Huh?” I squeak.

“Your next in line. You know--for your java.”

“Oh.” I ordered my elf java extra strong and with honey. I ambled over to a booth in the corner, leaned against the bench and lost myself in the sounds and smells of Jaegan. His talons flicked over strings with ease--he was fabulous player. I am definitely buying his CD.

“How about I give you one?” I jumped up and almost spilled my java. I looked up and there he was staring at me with crimson red eyes and smirk on his lips. In his claw was a CD case.

“Thanks, your music is so…” I trailed off as he sat down across from me and his tail curled around to sit next to me.

“Your music is phenomenal.” I told him telepathically.

As he talked about his life as a musician, I puffed a pale pink honey scented fog that swirled around our bodies. He smiled and puffed out a pale blue lavender scented cloud that mixed with my cloud. Maybe just maybe this is my second chance at love. Guess I won’t need those emerald green pants after all.

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