The inky black dragon flew across the sky in a series of loops and graceful twirls. They spread their wings over the stars, revealing the iridescent multicolored scales underneath. Their voice sang as they walked across the meadows, fireflies being the only other light source besides the full moon.

"Come see!" The beautiful dragon called out to me, its voice as soft as dripping honey. I trodded up to them, my footsteps unsure of themselves. We walked in circles, showing our colorful wing patterns. I was scared of being unaccepted by the inky serpent because of my eight wings, but he wanted to see my all. He didn't care if I was mutant, different. He stopped the trodding circle, and climbed up the mountain side. His eyes shone, daring me to follow him. I flew up to the top, revealing the meadow in top view. I sat down, he joined me shortly after.

It was just us, that night. Not even the pesky humans were in their small village. Not a mouse scrambled about, nor a wild cat scurried about the trees.

It was just us.

The moonlight played upon the dragon scales, as we sat there. Everything was still. The fireflies danced around the meadow, shining brightly.

It was just us.