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Title: Two Kinds of Wings
Rating: G
Word Count: 188
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Done for comment_fic with the prompt "Shrek 2, Dragon, teaching her children to fly."
It's simpler for other dragon mothers. But she never asked for simple.
All they have to do is fly and carefully show their little ones what they are doing.
She must do more.
Her babies' beautiful fuzzy bodies are like their father's, so the weight is different. They fall more than other hatchlings because they must discover their sense of balance on their own. She can't show them because it's not the same.
But when they fall, she can lick their wounds. When they are teased, she can tell them that their soft long ears are magnificent and that the scaled ones are merely jealous.
Their wings are strong and they breathe her fire.
The day comes when the smallest helps the largest hover over the cliff on which they were hatched. An hour later, they glide in a circle around her head, huffing their little flames, furiously flapping their little wings, kicking the air with those cloven hooves.
They are smiling and happy, eager to see the rest of the world.
It is not merely their flight, but their joy that tells her she has done well.
f.i.n.
Rating: G
Word Count: 188
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Done for comment_fic with the prompt "Shrek 2, Dragon, teaching her children to fly."
It's simpler for other dragon mothers. But she never asked for simple.
All they have to do is fly and carefully show their little ones what they are doing.
She must do more.
Her babies' beautiful fuzzy bodies are like their father's, so the weight is different. They fall more than other hatchlings because they must discover their sense of balance on their own. She can't show them because it's not the same.
But when they fall, she can lick their wounds. When they are teased, she can tell them that their soft long ears are magnificent and that the scaled ones are merely jealous.
Their wings are strong and they breathe her fire.
The day comes when the smallest helps the largest hover over the cliff on which they were hatched. An hour later, they glide in a circle around her head, huffing their little flames, furiously flapping their little wings, kicking the air with those cloven hooves.
They are smiling and happy, eager to see the rest of the world.
It is not merely their flight, but their joy that tells her she has done well.
f.i.n.