cacti

A dragon sat on the grainy sand, the sun almost right above her head. In her talons was a brush, painting beautiful patterns onto a clay pot that seemed to have been hand-made and dried. She worked diligently and skillfully, a gland of sweat dripping off of her warm beige scales.

She was a Sandwing, her horns slightly curled but not as much as a Seawings, the brown frill on her head and back swaying softly in the small breeze that came through.

From behind her, a voice could be heard yelling, but they didn't sound alarmed. "Hey, Olympia!" Another Sandwing, younger looking then Olympia with a more fur like brown frill on his head. A single red ear ring, gifted from Olympia to him, was stuck to his inner ear.

She raised her eyes, looking at the dragon, her brother. "Simon? What's up?" She looked at his round face, his eyes, which normally looked almost closed, were sad. "What's wrong?"

He frowned, looking at the pot she was holding in her talons. "You said you'd let me paint those with you today!" Olympia paused, the nodded her head. "I did, and completely forgot. I'm sorry Simon, I'm just so worried about getting everything ready to bring into town tomorrow."

Again, she paused, then smiled. "How about you come help me pick the vegetables and succulents farms? I can show you how to pick the cacti!" Simon thought about it, them looked at his older sister with a beaming smile. "Sure!"

Olympus carried a bag of painted pots, all ppaved meticulously so that they wouldn't move around and break each other. Beside her walked Simon, carrying a few pots in his talons. They both smiled as they walked towards their home, the previously distant sound of the ocean growing stronger until they saw their house.

It was made of wood planks, some bought from town and others hand-crafted. Sticks and the occasional homemade adhesive holding it all together. Olympia opened up the door, admiring her various succulents growing outside. Simon followed, closing the door behind him.

The inside of the house was cozy, a hand-crafted table sitting in the main room with two chairs pushed under it. Two doors were located in the room, one which lead to Simon's room, the other lead to Olympias.

The older dragon opened her door and stepped into her room, sunlight from her window brightening the room enough that she didn't need to light a lantern. A bed, just bug enough for the dragon, was pushed into one corner. Beside it was a desk, covered in diagrams of gardens and homes.

Placing the pots down beside the desk and grabbing a few gardening tools, she stepped back into the main room and looked into Simon's. It looked similar to Olympias, just a bit more space and a smaller bed, which the Sandwing sat on. "You need to rest before we get going?" The Sandwing shook his head, reluctantly pulling himself off of the bed.

Together they started towards their garden, Olympia tying the smaller tools to her chest with a handy rope she carried around. A few ferns were stuck here and there, though she didn't seem to mind much.