Living with your dragon husband was certainly never…..boring, to say the least. For most of the year, you’re quite content with the hoarded piles of gold and jewels, the silks he takes from villages to keep you warm at night, and the constant safety you feel curled into his arms as his wings cast a beautiful hardened shield around your sleeping form. But there is simply one thing you just can’t get used to.

Once again….it is mating season. Now when Sylus first brought this to your attention, he was worried. You assumed it had to do with the size possibility, the endurance, or even the stamina. After assuring him multiple times you would be okay, he finally relaxed and one spring, began the mating ritual. It was simple at first. More jewels, more food, and much more furs. Then came…..the ‘dance’.

“It’s springtime my little flower. Don’t I make you so excited to see me~?” Sylus is about as coordinated as a fish out of water. Flocking about as he performs his mating dance is very hard to witness. He thinks it’s sexy, you’re trying not to laugh. It’s like this every spring, having to endure a very awkward mating dance. Now you know how those poor birds feel in the warmer months.