The white velvet moon held her face across the endless ocean, bringing breaths of salt with each gentle caress of the breeze. The night’s air was only broken by the soft patter of a small child’s feet across the sandy rocks, trailing its way towards the rhythmic beat of the waters.

Her golden hair hung down in soft threads of white gold in the light, and her warm breath made soft puffs on chilled air of the night. She wore but a blue silken nightgown, her feet bared to the earth, and in her hand was a small carved flute edged in the silver of the moon.

Feet, which had walked this trail many times before, found their way to a mossy patch, hanging quietly over the rocks to which the vibrant waters below beat, shedding tears to the night in billows of white mists, mists which broke over the rocks and shimmered slightly in the night’s moon. The child cast a glance over her shoulder, gazing at a single lone dot of a fire that smudged a grey streak across the stars to the north, then sat alone on the moss to view the waters.

The tender whistle of the night’s breeze brushed across her ears and she lifted the flute to her lips in midnight’s song. Before too long a shimmer appeared within the mists, a gathering of light and of the waters, and the faintest image of a dragon rose from the turbulant waters of the shore. It danced on opalescent wings, drawn in silver by his sister the moon.

The child smiled, true to her heart, and as the light danced in her eyes the dragon danced within the winds of mists, then bowed towards her. She bowed her own head, enchanted with him in his silvery light coat. With that, yet another breeze spilled a cloud across the face of sister moon, enshrouding the world in darkness, and when light returned, the fair dragon and the child were gone. And again, the night echoed with but the gentle pats of a child’s foot against the rock, the nightwind’s flute of music, and the strains of a child’s laughter.