Aylo's Magical Morning

Aylo was the smallest dragon in the sky, and that was exactly why he

could fly where others couldn’t. While big dragons roared through storms and slept on

mountains, Aylo drifted quietly between clouds. His wings were soft and pale,

his scales the color of fresh leaves, and his cheeks always looked like

he’d just laughed at a secret. Aylo didn’t breathe fire. He breathed calm.

Wherever he flew, the clouds puffed up a little fluffier, and the sky

felt safer somehow. Lost birds followed him home. Tired stars twinkled brighter when he

passed. Even the moon seemed to smile when Aylo curled up near it.