Here is a little holiday tale Farloft passed on to me yesterday,
which I thought you all would enjoy.
The
Fur and Frost Dragon Winter Games
Norla shook and pulled at the furs Farloft was curled up on. “Time to get up sleepy head! The competition starts in two hours and you haven’t even had breakfast.” The youngling female furry dragon had been his constant companion since he arrived at the Fur and Frost clan’s stronghold in the far north.
“I’m up…” Farloft replied with a yawn.