adorable dragon

by Bill Tiepelman

Blossoms of Friendship in the Dragon's Meadow

In a hidden valley where the air shimmered with the golden hues of perpetual spring, there lived a dragon unlike any other. Pyrelle, as he was called, was not the fearsome kind of dragon that haunted the stories of old. Instead, his scales were adorned with blossoms, and his deep, amber eyes held a warmth that calmed even the wildest hearts. The villagers at the edge of the valley revered him as a protector, though few had ever seen him up close. Fewer still had ever dared to approach him. That was, until Lily stumbled into his meadow. An Unlikely Meeting Lily was a spirited child of seven, with curls as wild as the dandelions that swayed in the meadows surrounding her small village. She had an uncanny knack for wandering into places she wasn’t supposed to go, her pockets always stuffed with petals and rocks she deemed “special.” Her latest adventure had taken her farther than she intended, her tiny boots crunching through fields of vibrant pink and purple blooms that seemed to whisper in the breeze. And then, she saw him. Pyrelle lay stretched out beneath a tree that sparkled with crystalline blossoms, his massive body curled protectively around its roots. His scales shimmered with an iridescent glow, each one seemingly etched with delicate floral patterns. His eyes opened as Lily froze mid-step, a single flower clasped tightly in her tiny hand. “You’re… you’re real,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. The dragon tilted his head, an amused rumble vibrating in his throat. “And you are quite bold for someone so small,” he replied, his voice deep but gentle, like the murmur of a distant storm. A Blossoming Friendship Lily’s initial fear melted as quickly as it had come. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her eyes wide with wonder. “You’re beautiful,” she said, her words tumbling out with the innocent sincerity only a child could muster. “Do you like flowers? I found this one by the stream. It’s my favorite.” To her surprise, Pyrelle lowered his head, his enormous nostrils flaring as he sniffed the tiny bloom in her hand. “A purple petunia,” he mused. “Rare in these parts. You have a good eye.” Her face lit up with a smile so radiant it rivaled the sun. “You know flowers?” “I’ve lived among them for centuries,” Pyrelle said, his voice tinged with quiet pride. “They keep me company when the world outside grows too loud.” From that day on, Lily became a regular visitor to Pyrelle’s meadow. The villagers, though uneasy at first, soon realized the dragon meant her no harm. In fact, her presence seemed to soften him even more. Together, Lily and Pyrelle explored the valley’s hidden corners, discovering flowers that only bloomed in moonlight, streams that sparkled like liquid silver, and trees that hummed softly when touched. The Guardian’s Lesson One day, as they sat by a pond filled with lilies so white they seemed to glow, Lily asked, “Why do you stay here, Pyrelle? Don’t you get lonely?” The dragon sighed, his breath rippling the pond’s surface. “I have seen the outside world, Lily. Its noise, its chaos. It is a place where people fear what they don’t understand. Here, I am safe. Here, I am at peace.” Lily frowned, plucking a blade of grass and twirling it between her fingers. “But maybe if they knew you, they wouldn’t be afraid.” Pyrelle chuckled softly. “Perhaps. But fear is a stubborn thing, little one. It takes more than a dragon’s beauty to undo it.” She looked up at him, her eyes shining with determination. “I’m not afraid. And if I’m not, maybe others won’t be either.” Shared Laughter Their conversation was interrupted by the loud croak of a toad that had leapt onto Pyrelle’s tail. Lily burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the meadow. “Even the toads aren’t scared of you!” she said between giggles. Pyrelle turned his head to inspect the small creature, who seemed entirely unbothered by the towering dragon. “Perhaps they have better sense than people,” he said, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A Bond Forever Over time, Lily’s visits began to change not only Pyrelle but also the villagers. They saw the way she returned from the valley, her hands filled with flowers and her stories brimming with joy. Slowly, curiosity replaced fear, and one by one, they ventured into the meadow—not to confront the dragon, but to thank him for watching over them. Pyrelle, though still wary, allowed their approach. He even began to enjoy the company, especially when the children joined Lily in her adventures. Together, they turned his meadow into a sanctuary of laughter, learning, and love. The Heart of the Meadow Years later, long after Lily had grown, she returned to the valley with her own child, a little girl with the same wild curls and wonder-filled eyes. Pyrelle was there, as she knew he would be, his scales as radiant as ever. He greeted her with a soft rumble, his gaze warm with recognition. “Welcome home, Lily,” he said. And as her daughter ran to meet the great dragon, laughing as Lily once had, the meadow bloomed brighter than ever, a testament to the enduring power of friendship and the beauty of understanding the unknown.    Bring "Blossoms of Friendship in the Dragon's Meadow" Into Your World Celebrate the heartwarming story of Pyrelle and Lily with these beautifully crafted products. Each piece captures the magic and charm of their friendship, perfect for those who cherish stories of connection and wonder: Cross-Stitch Pattern – Immerse yourself in the magic with this intricate design, perfect for stitchers who love combining storytelling and art. Tapestry – Transform your space with this vibrant and enchanting fabric piece, showcasing the beauty of the meadow and its unique bond. Throw Pillow – Add a cozy and magical touch to your home with this beautifully designed pillow, perfect for any room. Puzzle – Piece together the warmth and beauty of Pyrelle and Lily’s story with this delightful and engaging puzzle.

by Bill Tiepelman

The Littlest Flame: A Dragon's Heartwarming Beginnings

In the vast kingdom of Elderwyn, home to towering castles, enchanted forests, and creatures of legend, something extraordinary happened one quiet morning. No, it wasn’t the usual kind of extraordinary—the kind with knights rescuing maidens or wizards hurling fireballs. This was different. This was the day that a very small, very adorable dragon decided to make its debut. Meet Smidge. And yes, that’s exactly what he was—a smidge of a dragon, no bigger than a loaf of bread. But don’t let the size fool you. Smidge had big dreams, despite being born in the smallest egg of the clutch. His brothers and sisters had all hatched into impressive little fire-breathers, already causing minor property damage to the local village (a rite of passage for any dragon, really). Smidge, however, had yet to produce more than a puff of smoke and some particularly aggressive hiccups. “You’ll get there, Smidge,” his mother, a glorious red-scaled dragon named Seraphina, would say in her deep, echoing voice. “It just takes time.” Smidge wasn’t so sure. While his siblings were off practicing their flame control, he was busy... well, trying not to trip over his own feet. His legs seemed too long for his body, his wings flapped more like a startled chicken’s than anything majestic, and his fire? Let’s just say no marshmallows were getting roasted any time soon. The Quest for Fire (And Not Burning Himself in the Process) Determined to prove himself, Smidge set off on a mission. It wasn’t a typical “slay the knight, hoard the treasure” kind of mission. No, Smidge had something much simpler in mind: learn to breathe fire without sneezing. It was a modest goal, but you had to start somewhere. He waddled out of the cave early one morning, waving goodbye to his siblings, who were busy setting a small forest on fire (totally accidental, of course). Smidge’s journey was one of discovery. He needed to find a quiet spot, away from distractions, where he could really focus on his fire-breathing technique. “Ah, here we go,” Smidge muttered, stumbling upon a clearing in the forest. It was peaceful, with the sun filtering through the trees, birds chirping, and most importantly, nothing that could accidentally catch fire—except maybe a few shrubs, but sacrifices had to be made. Smidge squared his little shoulders, took a deep breath, and... poof. A tiny puff of smoke escaped his nostrils. Well, it was better than last time, when nothing but a few weak sparks fizzled out. He puffed his chest out, feeling rather proud. “Alright, let’s go again,” he said, this time putting every bit of effort he had into it. He inhaled deeply, focused, and—achoo! The sneeze came out of nowhere, and with it, a burst of flame that wasn’t quite forward-facing. Instead, the flames engulfed his own tail. “Yow!” Smidge yelped, hopping in circles, frantically patting out the flames with his tiny claws. After a few minutes of awkward tail-chasing, the fire was out, but his pride had taken a hit. “That,” he muttered, “could have gone better.” Making Friends (or, How Not to Burn Bridges) Despite the hiccups (and sneezes), Smidge wasn’t about to give up. He just needed a bit of help—some guidance. And so, he set off deeper into the forest, hoping to find someone who might teach him the ancient art of dragon fire-breathing. What he found instead... was Barry. Barry was a troll. Not the menacing, bridge-guarding kind of troll, though. No, Barry was more of a “tree-hugging, amateur painter” kind of troll. He stood about 12 feet tall, with moss growing on his back and a pair of reading glasses perched precariously on the end of his bulbous nose. “Hi!” Smidge chirped, looking up at the towering troll. “I’m Smidge. Can you help me learn to breathe fire?” Barry squinted down at the tiny dragon, one mossy eyebrow raised. “Fire, you say? Hm. Not really my specialty, kid. I’m more into watercolors.” He gestured to a nearby easel, where an interpretive painting of what Smidge assumed was a tree stood. It mostly looked like a blob with branches. “Oh,” Smidge said, his tiny wings drooping. “Well... thanks anyway.” Barry sighed, scratching his head. “Look, kid, I may not know much about fire-breathing, but I do know about practice. That’s what painting is, really. Practice. You just gotta keep at it. Eventually, you’ll figure it out.” Smidge tilted his head, considering the troll’s advice. “Practice, huh? That’s it?” “Yep,” Barry replied with a shrug. “And, uh, maybe don’t set yourself on fire next time.” Smidge couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I’ll try not to.” The Littlest Flame Ignites With Barry’s advice echoing in his head, Smidge returned to his clearing and tried again. Days passed, and though his flames were still small and sputtering, they were growing. He only set his tail on fire twice more, and there were no major forest fires—just a few smoking bushes. One evening, as the sun began to set, Smidge felt different. He had been practicing all day, and though he was tired, something inside him felt ready. He stood tall (well, as tall as a baby dragon could), focused on the horizon, and took the deepest breath yet. Flame surged from his mouth, a beautiful, controlled stream of fire that lit up the sky in shades of gold and red. Smidge blinked in surprise. Had he just... done it? “I DID IT!” he shouted, hopping up and down in excitement. “I’M A REAL DRAGON!” At that moment, his mother appeared, her massive wings casting a shadow over the clearing. “I knew you could do it,” she said proudly, watching her littlest flame with a smile. “You just needed to find your spark.” The Future of the Littlest Flame And so, with his newfound fire-breathing ability, Smidge became a legend in his own right—not for his size, but for his heart. He wasn’t the biggest or the most powerful dragon in Elderwyn, but he was certainly the most determined. And that, as any dragon will tell you, is the secret to greatness. As for Barry, well, he continued painting his abstract masterpieces. Smidge, now a proud fire-breathing dragon, made sure to stop by every now and then to check in on his favorite troll, usually offering him a little flame to dry his watercolors. Because that’s what friends are for—helping each other, whether with flames, brushes, or a little bit of encouragement. Smidge might have started as the littlest flame, but he knew one thing for sure: the world was about to see just how bright even the smallest dragon could shine.    Bring a Piece of Smidge's World Home If the heartwarming adventures of Smidge, the littlest flame, brightened your day, why not bring a bit of that joy into your own space? Whether you’re looking for something whimsical to decorate your home or a playful gift for someone special, we’ve got just the right items to capture Smidge’s charm. The Littlest Flame Puzzle – Piece together the adorable world of Smidge, one puzzle piece at a time. It’s the perfect way to relax while celebrating the little dragon who lights up our hearts. The Littlest Flame Tote Bag – Carry a bit of Smidge’s playful spirit with you wherever you go. This tote is perfect for your everyday essentials, and it comes with an extra dash of dragon-sized cuteness! The Littlest Flame Tapestry – Transform your space with this vibrant tapestry featuring Smidge, the little dragon with a big heart. Perfect for adding a whimsical touch to any room! The Littlest Flame Metal Print – Elevate your decor with this stunning metal print. Smidge’s colorful world will shine beautifully on your walls, capturing the spirit of adventure and fun. Each product brings Smidge’s delightful story to life, making it easy to keep his uplifting energy around you. Whether it's a puzzle for a quiet afternoon or a tote bag for your daily adventures, Smidge is ready to brighten your world. Explore more at Unfocussed Shop!