Sunday Scribble – “Toasty”

17 Jan

This Sunday Scribble is in response to Rachel’s Friday Prompt, “Unusual Pets.” Enjoy!


He was just a dragonlet, a small runt of a thing, scales the color of spring grass and two front fangs that were too big to fit in his closed mouth. His wings were only strong enough to carry him to about the height of the ceiling, and they generally got too tired to keep him afloat for longer than a couple of candle-marks.

His first order of business was to sneeze out a fireball that burned an unguarded loaf of bread on the counter. From then on, he was dubbed Toasty.

Toasty never seemed to mind that he could never keep up with the rest of the dragonherd. He was content to cling to his mistress’s shoulders as she directed the herd for their hunts and exercise periods. Every once in a while Toasty would proudly catch his own supper, a small bird or rodent that was burned to a crisp, just how he liked them. What was a meal for Toasty would barely be a mouthful for the largest dragon of the herd.

“At least he’s cheap to keep,” his mistress once remarked to a visiting friend. “I couldn’t in good conscious leave him to fend for himself.”

Toasty paused in playing with the cat’s tail to glance up at his mistress, curious as to what she had meant. She just smiled down at him, patted his head, and turned back to her friend. Toasty was appeased and went off to find his escaped feline playmate.

Toasty quickly grew bored of trying to find the cat again and settled for resting on the ceiling beams until the next exercise period. He curled up until his snout was buried behind his tail and his ears were positioned to catch the conversation happening below him.

“–could be spy material,” the man said.

His mistress’s earrings jingled, most likely from shaking her head at her friend. “I think he’d get distracted easily. He has a penchant for shiny things already. All someone would have to do is jingle a few keys or coins in his direction and the operation would be shot.”

Toasty huffed out a noseful of gray smoke toward his mistress, causing the humans to look up at him.

The man chuckled. “I think you offended him, Reyna.”

“Too bad.” His mistress, although her arms were crossed, gazed up at Toasty with a fond smile. “Besides, I’m selfish, Burnan. I rather like the company of my little dragonlet.”


Posted by on January 17, 2016 in Scribbles


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4 responses to “Sunday Scribble – “Toasty”

  1. Rachel

    January 17, 2016 at 6:24 pm

    Very cute. πŸ™‚


  2. LionAroundWriting

    January 17, 2016 at 9:28 pm

    Vivid descriptions and imaginative!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Kris P.

      January 17, 2016 at 9:39 pm

      Thanks very much! πŸ™‚



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