Mojet's Quest

Mojet let out a great breath of frost turning the entire pond's surface into an icy mirror. He took one last good look at himself in the reflection. Scales as white as freshly fallen snow, a long majestic neck, wings that would put any other dragon to shame; yes, he looked every bit the great dragon that he was. She was bound to fall in love with him the minute she saw him. Today was the day- he just knew it!

Staring at his reflection, he started to imagine -for maybe the hundredth time- how their first meeting would go. She will fuss over his grand physic, and her little mouth will open in awe as he let out his mighty breath of ice. She'll be a bit hesitant to accept him as a suitor, but once he takes her into his crystal cave -all claw picked of course, nothing but the best!- and shows her his huge pile of rubies, emeralds and sapphires; she won't be able to resist.

He's known of her for years now; the Dryad lived in the Elven forest just below his mountain. Her hair was like spun gold and more than once had the wind carried the sound of her flute to him. She was indeed the pride of the forest, the most beautiful of all it's creatures. He had tried to meet her a few times now but it seemed winter would follow him with its icy touch, putting the forest and all its spirits into a deep sleep, and he'd have to wait another year to try again. Then, when he finally decides to visit the forest again, the blasted northern wind conspires against their love and blows beneath his wings, covering the forest in a sheet of white.

This year it would be different, however. He had woken from his slumber a month early just for this. True, all that grooming took him longer then he thought it would, but he had to look presentable for their fateful meeting. With one last glance at his reflection he took to the skies, his wings blowing an icy blast that froze all the trees around. He flew close to the tree tops so he might spot his lovely dryad; so focused was he on his task that he didn't notice the trail of frostbitten trees he left behind, didn't notice the small woodland animals scurrying to find shelter

He finally reached her tree, but to his dismay it seemed winter had come early this year and his beautiful dryad was fast asleep. He let out a deep sigh, and for the hundredth time considered plucking her tree from its roots and placing it in his cave that he may at least see her when she awakens in spring. He reminded himself that would probably kill both the tree and his dryad. Not something he could risk after waiting a hundred years! He shot a few blasts of frost into the sky in frustration, then watched miserably as it fell onto the forest, adding another layer of thick snow to a land that was already covered in white. Next year they'll meet, he just had to go faster that's all. He just knew that next year, things will be different.