• Ever wondered why the sky is blue?
    I can honestly say I never have, because it may just as easily be red the next day, or green. It's just too inconsistent to dwell on. "What is the sun anyway?", I heard a child ask his mother just a few hours ago, before she sighed and continued to spew another one of the typical child-friendly explanations, "That the fairies made it so they could finally get around without bumping into stuff in the dark", she said, creativity at it's best. Truth be told, no one knows. Every once in a while a crackpot will come up with a theory or two, but they're disproved almost daily it seems.
    Me? I don't care too much. It lights my way-- one of it's few consistencies-- And that's all I really need to know about it. It is fascinating however, wondering if I could follow the sun quite far enough I would witness the moment of it's change, from one day to the next.
    Times like this, laying in a field, a cool breeze, the sun setting against the uncommonly red sky, those kind of thoughts really torture you. That is, until you actually realize the sun is setting, and how dangerous it is to be out at night. I'm miles from home, not one of my best decisions, but for me, that trip's a few minutes long at most, so it doesn't really matter. The trip is always peaceful despite the winds that whip you at such an altitude, the only sounds are of the wind whistling in my ears, and the odd protest from a bird here or there when I get too close.
    Did I mention I'm a dragon? That's important, I should've started off with that.
    My being a dragon isn't really that weird around here, my best friend's a Golem, my cousin is an ogre, my mother was a hamster, and don't ask me how that works, no one, and I mean no one really knows. In this world, we are what we are not by blood, but because of whatever exerts control over our existence at birth.

    Confused? Maybe I should start off at the beginning...