{SEASONAL THREAD} Kindness of Strangers

He had been somewhat lost in his thoughts, his stick tilling the land with each long step. The large man enjoyed the feeling of the warm air moving over his skin and through his auburn locks. His eyes fell closed for a beat, simply reveling in the way the Flowerbirth felt after the oppressive cold of Deepfrost.    Arthur reached into his seed bag, feeling the potential for new life within the fabric. He had always been told that he was a dreamer, sometimes even told that he had his head in the clouds with idealistic visions and the way he saw the world, yet he made those idealistic visions into a reality; he created his utopia with his own two hands and the faith of his people.    Before he could find himself once again drawn into a daydream, Arthur was stopped short as a flash of white dove from the sky. His bright blue eyes widened and turned downward, not completely believing what was right in front of him. Was that…?    A dark-haired man drew closer with a falconer’s glove upon his hand, apologizing for the small creature. ”No trouble,” Arthur assured the newcomer with a genuine smile, the disbelief bringing his gaze back to the… By the gods, it really was a fucking dragon, wasn’t it?    Lowering himself into a crouch, Arthur took a small handful of seeds from his sack and held it out for the dragon. He watched the animal’s movements with utter fascination at what he was witnessing, until he forced himself to gaze back at the man who had approached. ”In my land, such beasts were things of stories and myth,” he explained, awestruck smile unwavering. ”Even in legend, a white dragon is a thing of extraordinary symbolism and power. Tell me, Dragonmaster, how did you come upon one?” ARTHUR If serving others is below you, leadership is beyond you.