"I met a dragon once,"
He spoke his words completely nonchalantly as the younger browbird expressed his longing to see a dragon. The dimming room grew instantly silent, seeming almost darker in reflection of his unexpected response. The stained glass window allowed just the perfect amount of light to fade, like the opening curtains to a play about to be told. The night was descending upon them all, rendering the perfect setup scene for what was to come. It was a cozy living room within...
