Triss & Chewbacca
Hey Triss, have you ever imagined a gentle dragon that loves to nap in a sunbeam? I think protecting something like that would be a great adventure for us.
I can almost feel its warm scales against my palm, the soft hiss of a contented dragon drifting into a sunlit dream. We’d watch it, keep it safe, maybe write a poem about the way it curls up, and never have to rush again. It sounds like the kind of adventure that only dreams can promise.
Sounds like a dream adventure that would be worth every heartbeat, Triss. I’d make sure that dragon is safe, and then we could just sit back and watch the sun glow. The idea of not rushing, just enjoying the moment, is exactly what we need.
Oh, the thought of a gentle dragon, curled in a sunbeam, makes my heart flutter. I’d find a quiet hill, bring a basket of soft herbs, and sit with it, sharing stories of ancient skies. Just us, the dragon, and the glow, no hurry—just the sweet, slow song of a day that never ends.