The night reigned over the land, darkening the world. From above, the moon and stars stared down at the landscapes and towns below, giving everything a faint silver glow to it. Yet very few people were around to witness it; most were cooped up in their beds, sleeping the night away, completely ignorant as to the beauty right outside their windows.

Off near the horizon, a couple dragons swooped through the air, their long bodies only seen as they passed in front of the moon before disappearing into the darkness once more. Long, droning, almost sad calls echoed from the creatures as they moved, and each one was answered by another, until it sounded almost like a song.

To myself, I let loose a call of my own – a high-pitched noise from the back of my throat to mimic those of the dragons. After a while, the dragons dipped back to the ground in order to head back to their caves before morning. A few stragglers stayed in the air, continuing their mournful sounds.

It’s nearly dawn. You should rest, I called out loudly in dragon-speak. I got two agreements, and the dragons headed back down to their dens. As they disappeared from view, I yawned and stretched. It was nearly morning, for sure – I could feel it. Morning always made my wings tingle, as they were doing now.

Grinning off into the distance, I stood up and walked easily along the sloped roof, back to my window. I’ll see you tomorrow. Fly strong, I said, swinging into my window and latching it carefully. Just another average night for this dragonborn.