Scribblings

Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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1. Lydia's Vacation

          “Lydia!” the old woman called across the airport gate floor. “I’m glad I made it in time. The bus was late getting to the station.”

          “Grandma!” the short, red haired girl raced across the floor into the arm of her grandmother. It had been two years since she had last seen her. “How have you been?”

          “Oh, getting by,” Grandma replied. “My back’s been acting up again, but that’s no surprise. Now come on, lets get a trolley.”

          Lydia waved down the nearest airport trolley in the hall and helped her grandmother on. They sped along the hall with a little beep at a passerby. The baggage claim came up fast, and the driver stopped for them to load Lydia’s baggage onto the cart. As the trolley sped off, Lydia was glad that her grandmother could still walk short distances.           Pushing the cart through the automatic doors, Lydia thought of how all of this had come about. Her parents had booked a two-week cruise for the two of them, supposedly as a “second honeymoon.” Parents were just weird like that. Since her brother was working at the local day camp all summer, Lydia was free to do as she wished.

          Her parents suggested she visit her grandmother on the other side of the states in lovely San Diego, California. Lydia had thought better of it at first, but then, deciding it was worth a shot, called the airport for tickets right away. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her grandmother, but it was the fact that she was prone to long states of boredom when her grandmother took her constant naps throughout the day. But, fortunately, this year, Lydia was old enough to go into town on her own, and still spend time with her grandmother.

          They boarded the airport bus that took them to the parking lot. The hefty driver helped pull Lydia’s huge suitcase and backpack onto the carpeted shelves along the bus wall.

          “I hope you’ll enjoy all of the fun things I have planned for us during your stay. We’re going to go bowling, and shopping, and hiking, and…” Lydia was no longer listening to her grandmother. A huge winged creature of some sort flew by the bus in a flash of green.

          “What was that?” Lydia whispered to Grandma.

          “…And fishing, and exploring, and – what?” realizing she was being questioned, Grandma stopped short.

          “A huge thing flew by the window,” Lydia explained in whisper. “I just saw it. I was really shiny.”

          “What color was it?” Grandma suddenly seemed very serious.

          “Umm, green, I think,” Lydia looked perplexedly at her grandmother.

          “I’ll tell you later,” Grandma said under her breath.

          The rest of the ride to the parking lot was silent. Grandma sat there with a very serious expression of her face, and Lydia just sat, looked as confused as ever.

          After loading the car, they sped down the hilly avenues to Grandma’s little apartment on the fourth floor of Sun Commons. She quickly unloaded Lydia’s luggage, still very serious. She didn’t say a word until they were safely in Grandma’s apartment.

          “That green thing,” Grandma began. “I know you won’t believe me, but that was a dragon.”

          Lydia started. A dragon! Could it be true? Lydia knew there was no proof of their existence, but the sight she saw was unmistakable. Nothing flying could ever be so big, unless…

          “For real? Are you sure, Grandma?” Lydia asked, skeptic.

          “For real,” Grandma said, smiling a bit. “But I don’t know why it would be flying around in broad daylight. They usually stick to the forests and caves near their home.”

          “But, there are not a lot of those around San Diego anyway,” Lydia added. “What do they do when they need food?”           “That,” Grandma continued, “is for you to find out. There should be a dragon encyclopedia in my study.”

          Lydia rushed to unpack her things, and Grandma settled down for her afternoon nap. As Lydia picked up the huge, leather-bound book from the shelf she could hear Grandma gently snoring on the couch.

          She opened up the book, and was shocked at the many drawings of the beautiful creatures. There were so many different kinds! There were land dragons, and air dragons, and sea dragons. Some were feared, and some were respected.

          I never knew there were so many different kinds of dragons! She thought. She flipped through the pages until she found one that looked closest to what she had seen on the airport bus.

          The artist’s drawing showed all the different part of the beautiful, shiny green creature. The scales, the book explained, were harder that diamond and as strong as steel. It was hard to imagine that such a huge and powerful beast could coexist in the world without disrupting the natural balance of things! She glanced at the colored map the represented where the dragon lived and it’s habitat.

          “Grandma, I’m going out for a bit,” Lydia said, closing the book.

          “Okay, honey,” Grandma mumbled in her sleep. “Just be back before dinner…” her snoring continued.

 

           As Lydia stepped outside, she was greeted with a warm gust of wind. She glanced at her map of San Diego and found the local park was not far away. She headed towards it with quick steps.

          The park was more of a forest like setting, to Lydia’s surprise. She stared to head off the trail when a park ranger caught her.

          “Hey, girl! What do you think you are doing?” the tall ranger barked.

          “Uh, just getting back on the trail,” Lydia hastily explained.

          “That’s what I thought,” the ranger replied, seemingly satisfied. He turned on his heel and walked away from Lydia.           When he was finally out of sight, Lydia leaped into the brush. She searched for the signs that the book explained were indicative of a resident dragon: large piles of bones, a few misplaced jewels (Lydia grabbed a few to use for luring the dragon to the cave entrance), and a couple of lost scales.

          She finally came upon the giant cave. Being careful to stay silent, she placed a jewel in front of the caves mouth, and dashed behind a boulder. To her surprise there was an immediate reaction.

          <Wot’s this?> a voice said inside her head. Although, it seemed to be more talking to itself than Lydia. <Ah joo-ell? Far mee?> a green-scaled head popped out of the cave.

          Wow! thought Lydia. A real dragon!

          <Yo’ kahn coome oot. Ah won’ hurt yeh…mooch!> Lydia wanted to shrink when she heard that comment. Then she hurt a deep-throated growl, but it seemed to be broken up into pieces. The dragon was laughing at her! <Ah be kidd’n, yeh little child! Ah proomise no’ teh hurt yeh!>

          Lydia peered around the boulder. The dragon was smiling warmly at her.

          “Um, hi,” Lydia gave a little wave with the huge book in her other hand.

          <Coom ‘eere. Ah won’ta hahve ah loook at yeh.> the dragon said. Lydia slowly walked toward the beast. <Ah! Yo’ be Teresa’s gran’child, yes?>

          “How did you know?” Lydia asked in shock.

          <Ah, yo’ look jes’ like har.> the dragon replied. <No’ what breeng’s yeh to me lovely ‘ome een te woods?>           “Um, I think I saw you,” Lydia began. “on the airport bus…thing.”

          <Ah! Thaht woss yeh? I t’out ah felt an eager presence among te’ boring on’s.> The dragon looked pleased. He was apparently always right about these “sensing” things.

          Lydia continued. “I was just wondering if your, well, okay. Because Grandma says that you’re not usually out during the day.

          <Ah, yo’ be worryin’ about meh, eh? No’tin’ too impartant. Jes’ ah bit o’ fun. I figgured ah see wot yeh was oop to.> The dragon grinned playfully.

          “Um, by the way. My name is Lydia,” Lydia replied.

          <Ahnd me name is, well, it’s ah bit ‘ard teh say, so yeh kahn call me Tamar.> the dragon replied.

          “But what is it really? I just wanna try,” Lydia asked, smiling.

          <Ah, yeh jus’ like yer gran’ma. Okee, ‘eere yeh goh.> Tamar took a big breath. <Tamastecantagojustininantasekarlodeshran.>

          “You’re right,” Lydia agreed. “Tamar is better.”

          The rest of the afternoon, Tamar and Lydia talked about everything. Their lives, their hobbies, the likes and dislikes, what it was like to live is a cave, what is what like to live in a house, Lydia’s school, Tamar’s  dragon brethren, and even more than I care to mention here. Just before five o’ clock, Lydia looked at her watch.

          “Oh! I have to get back to my grandma’s place!” Lydia exclaimed. “I don’t want her worried.”

          <Ah hoop yeh come back t’marro.> Tamar called back, his eyes bright.

          “I will,” Lydia promised, and dashed out of the woods toward the apartment.

 

          Over the next two weeks, Lydia and Tamar had engaging conversations about anything and everything. Lydia learned much about dragons and their habits, where they lived, what they ate, about their culture, their traditions and rules, and much more. Tamar learned much about humans as well. They went on adventures together, exploring the secret parts of the park, and even taking night flights. Lydia soon learned that most people were not fond of dragons, and so she and Tamar could not swoop around during the day, at least not very much. She kind of felt like a bat: hiding during the day and coming out during the night.

          “I wish I could stay here and visit you every day,” Lydia said one night when she and Tamar sat under the stars.           <Yeh kahn.> Tamar answered.

          “But I have to leave for home really soon. I’m only visiting for a few weeks,” Lydia said, drooping her head at the thought of leaving her dragon friend.

          <Ther’ always be friends o’ mine ‘round een every pahrt o’ te’ world!> Tamar retorted. <Bah no’ yeh shood kno’ thaht.>

          “I know. But it won’t be the same without you,” Lydia looked up and smiled at the shiny scaled face.

          <Yeh hahve te’ remember, child, thaht friends never forget each other.> Tamar seemed to know exactly how she felt. <Ah’ll beh ‘eere next tyme yeh coome.>

          “I hope I can come back soon,” Lydia sighed. She gave Tamar a hug around the neck.

          <Ah’ll be ‘eere, child.> The dragon smiled, leaving Lydia with a great sense that they would meet again soon. <Yeh go on bahk te’ your house ohn te’ ohther side o’ te’ country. Don’ beh sahd. I’ll keep een toouch.>

          Without even questioning how he would, she hugged him again and said goodbye. This might be the last time in a while that they saw each other. She waved to her friend and he simply smiled, his playful eyes masking any other emotion.

 

            “So did you enjoy your two weeks here?” Grandma asked as she and Lydia walked to the airport gate the next day. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to do a lot of the things you wanted to, but at least you made a new friend.” The old woman smiled and gave Lydia a hug.

          “Yes, I made a great new friend, Grandma,” Lydia replied, thinking of those wonderfully shiny scales that cover Tamar’s body. “I hope I get to come back soon and we can all have fun together.”

          “Just remember,” Grandma whispered “Don’t your dare tell anyone!” she smiled and gave Lydia a pat on the head. “I’ll tell him to send something to his cousin up where you live. Maybe you two can meet.”

          “Grandma, that would be great!” Lydia was ecstatic.

          “Ok, now. You better get on that plane. I don’t want it leaving without you!” Grandma gave her one last hug, and Lydia boarded the plane.

          Digging through her carry-on bag, Lydia found the dragon encyclopedia that her grandmother had given her. She opened it up, and something fell on the floor. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a flat, green emerald that had a surface so shiny, she could see her face in it. The suddenly, it wasn’t her face, but Tamar’s!

          <Hello, child.> Lydia heard in her mind. <Did yeh miss meh?>

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