Prints of The Story Dragon can be purchased in my Etsy shop.
For as long as anyone could remember, the nearby forest housed a small blue dragon. She was always in the same exact spot, sleeping within a circle of little blue mushrooms.
As she slept, smoke tendrils came from her firey nostrils, forming stories: knights, castles, faeries, two lovers embracing. Minstrels would travel from far and wide to see the dragon, remove debris from her scales and groom her until she gleamed.
Breathing in the smoke was said to give a minstrel exceptional talent and just watching the stories unfold would inspire the most epic of tales.