It was a deliciously foggy wet Sunday. I borrowed a dragon from the neighbors, so I could fly off to a favorite sandy spot for a picnic lunch. Felago is a bright iridescent blue in the sunshine but turns to a steel gray color in its absence. Wanting to blend in, I dressed in thick flannel-lined grey canvas pants, treated to repel water and topped it with a cable knit woolen sweater and a lined black oil skin.
I’ve borrowed Felago before, the neighbors were not really into him and I think they wished I would just make an offer and take him off their hands, and I might. I packed the leftover ham and beans, still hot in a thermos and some almond butter cookies I’d made and that I knew were a treat for the dragon.
Felago was not large, as dragons go, but he still had to kind of bend down, so I could use his front leg to climb up on his back. Smooth just at the base of his neck behind the joint where his leg joined, I balanced easily as he took off, dancing a few steps and lofting himself into the gray mist.