Dalthyrian, the dragon, flew around his eyrie high for he twas looking past the rain to find a rainbow in the sky. He'd heard it said, in fireside tales that leprechauns roam near to where the rainbow met the earth so far he flew from homey weir. To catch the little elf, he thought, should be no chore for such as he although he needed not the gold perhaps he'd trade a wish, you see. Dragons command the very sky with fiery breath and wings spread wide. They could be commanding and aloof: for every dragon has his pride. But Dalthyrian was lonely, tis no fun to fly as one he wished to find a dragoness fair to fly with him beneath the sun. And there where mountain met the stream, where glade of flowers purple shone, he saw the arch of color touch a place of shimmery, sparkly stone. He swept in tight behind the elf, snatched him with claw and flew him high and settling on a mountain top set to explain his want and why. I'll give you gold, the elf replied for that is what I do. I've no need of your gold, my friend-- I wish a mate both fair and true. The leprechaun was nay cruel or mean he could see the dragon's plight, gave him a piece of shamrock gold to put beneath his head that night. Dalthyrian returned the elf to glade, and then flew home into his nest. He went to sleep, to find his dream sure the elf would fill his one bequest. Dalthyrian slept atop the coin dreaming deep of lady dragon fair, and while he slept, the elf snuck in to explore the dragon's lair. He took a bit of golden shell, and found magenta peacock feather, he took a ribbon some maiden lost and mixed in a bit of spring March weather. Amethyst and golden chain, an emerald fair as shamrock green, a ruby pried from ancient sword would all comprise new dragon queen He sprinkled this with love's adornement, found a sprig of moonmint too, then he used his trueborn magic to create a dream come true. When dawn had gilded sky to gold Dalthyrian awoke and found a smaller, sleeping dragon lying near him on the ground. He woke her gently and breathed her name for she was Alyeria, was plain to see. The leprechaun had worked his magic: and she was perfect and lovely. Her wings were gossamer, but strong, her claws were jeweled, painted green, her scales were iridescent giving off metallic sheen. She opened eyes that purple swirled, and looked 'round the place she seemed to be in, and in that moment fell in love with the Dragon, Dalthyrian. Together they flew to find the elf searching rainbows far and wide-- he must attend them on the day that Dalthyrian took his dragonbride. They found him in a glade of trees, thanked him with bounty of dragon prize a new shillelagh of willow wood carved with magical seeing eyes. T'will keep you safe, the dragon said, and give you bounty of your own. Perhaps you'll wish for love said she adjusting her new dragon crown. Word was sent across the valley to join together on wooded knoll and so they came to wish good egging dragon, unicorn, faery and troll. You can see them still atop their mountain where they collect their maps and watch the dawn, still friends are they with Patrick O'Shea their magical, whimsical leprechaun. Dreams do come true at rainbow's end so seek with heart and open mind and one day too, when you least expect it a leprechaun you too shall find. |