love legend

by Bill Tiepelman

The Little Dragon of Heartfire

In a lush jungle where the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the gossip of chatty parrots, there existed a dragon named Ember. Now, Ember wasn’t your average dragon. For starters, she was barely the size of a house cat, and her flames wouldn’t scorch a marshmallow. But what Ember lacked in size and firepower, she more than made up for in personality. She was feisty, fabulous, and, let’s just say, a little too invested in everyone else’s love life. Ember was no ordinary jungle inhabitant—she was Cupid’s subcontractor. Yes, that Cupid. The chubby baby with the bow? Turns out he had been phoning it in for centuries, and Ember, with her glittery wings and neon-red heart necklace, was the one actually keeping the romance industry afloat. "Love doesn’t just happen," Ember would say, usually while eavesdropping on someone’s awkward first date. "It needs a little… zhuzh." One year, as Valentine’s Day approached, Ember was busier than ever. The jungle was in chaos. Toucans were squabbling over whose turn it was to bring home the heart-shaped berries, a pair of jaguars were in a cold war over some misplaced grooming duties, and the sloths were taking “slow burn” romance far too literally. It was, in a word, exhausting. But Ember, with her unparalleled work ethic and a sparkling sense of humor, was ready to work her magic. First stop: the toucans. Perched on a vine, Ember listened to their melodramatic exchange. “You never appreciate me!” squawked the female. “I literally built you a nest!” screeched the male. Rolling her enormous dragon eyes, Ember muttered, “This is why I drink… nectar.” With a snap of her tail, she conjured a cascade of glowing heart-shaped flowers to rain down over their nest. The toucans froze, stunned into silence. “There. Romance. Now shut up and enjoy it,” Ember barked before zipping off, leaving a trail of glitter in her wake. Her next project involved a pair of sloths who were locked in a decade-long “will they/won’t they” situation. “Honestly, you two are the Ross and Rachel of this jungle,” Ember groaned, her claws clicking against her scales as she watched them exchange their usual slow-motion glances. “This calls for drastic measures.” She puffed a stream of glittery smoke that swirled around the two. Suddenly, the male sloth blinked, stretched out a claw, and plucked a hibiscus flower for his lady love. The female gasped—a slow, dramatic gasp, of course—and accepted it. Ember wiped a tear from her eye. “Finally. I was about to file for early retirement,” she quipped. But the pièce de résistance of Ember’s Valentine’s escapades came when she stumbled upon Greg, the most hopeless romantic she had ever met. Greg was a botanist with a terrible habit of writing poems so cringe-worthy that even the jungle vines recoiled. His latest masterpiece was dedicated to Melissa, the woman of his dreams, who had no idea he existed. “Greg,” Ember said, landing on his desk with a flourish. “We need to talk.” Startled, Greg blinked at the tiny dragon, unsure whether he’d been working too hard or if the jungle fumes were finally getting to him. Ember, never one to waste time, grabbed his notebook and began editing his latest poem. “This? This sounds like you’re auditioning for a role as a stalker. We’re aiming for charming, not terrifying.” With a flick of her tail, she added just the right touch of romance—some metaphors about moonlight, a hint of vulnerability, and, of course, a playful line about Melissa’s laugh. When Melissa received the newly polished note, her cheeks flushed pinker than the orchids Greg had sent along with it. Within hours, Greg had a date, and Ember had a smug look on her face. “Another day, another heart saved from mediocrity,” she declared as she flew off, leaving Greg to marvel at his sudden luck. Of course, not everything went smoothly. Ember had a knack for being a little too honest. Like the time she told a pair of flamingos their synchronized courting dance was “less romantic and more ‘awkward middle school talent show.’” Or when she interrupted a tree frog’s mating call to suggest he “try a lower pitch unless he wanted to sound like a squeaky door hinge.” But despite her sass, Ember had a 100% success rate. After all, her motto was simple: "Love is messy, ridiculous, and absolutely worth it—kind of like me." As the sun set on Valentine’s Day, Ember perched on a mossy rock, watching the jungle hum with newfound romance. The toucans were cuddling, the sloths were holding hands (slowly), and Greg was nervously planning his second date. Ember stretched her glittery wings and sighed, content. “Cupid can take all the credit,” she said with a sly smile. “But let’s be honest—without me, love would be doomed.” And so, the legend of the Little Dragon of Heartfire lived on. Some say if you ever feel a sudden burst of warmth and catch the faint scent of glittery smoke, it’s Ember, making sure love remains a little wild, a little wonderful, and just the right amount of chaotic.     Bring "The Little Dragon of Heartfire" into Your Home If Ember’s fiery charm and sassy antics have captured your heart, you can bring her magic into your home! Celebrate the whimsy and wonder of this Valentine's Day legend with stunning, high-quality merchandise: Tapestry: Transform your space with this enchanting piece of wall art, featuring the radiant hues and intricate details of Ember in her magical jungle. Canvas Print: A perfect centerpiece for any room, this canvas captures every shimmering scale and heart-shaped glow of Ember’s world. Throw Pillow: Add a touch of sass and comfort to your decor with Ember’s vibrant image printed on a soft, cozy pillow. Pouch: Keep your essentials organized with this portable and practical pouch adorned with Ember’s playful spirit. Explore the full collection and let Ember light up your home, one spark at a time! Click here to shop now and celebrate the season of love with a little dragon magic.

by Bill Tiepelman

Vibrance on a Velvet Bough

In the verdant realm of Aviaria, where trees whispered secrets and the sky was a canvas of ceaseless wonder, two birds of unmatched splendor perched upon the Velvet Bough. They were the sovereigns of the skies, their feathers a kaleidoscope of nature’s own artistry, and their songs the music of the heavens. Elian and Jules, as they were known, sang melodies that wove the very fabric of the forest. Elian, with her plumes aglow with the fiery shades of dusk, sang of the sun’s warmth and the embrace of daylight. Jules, adorned in the tranquil greens and blues of twilight, crooned of starlight and the soothing blanket of the night. Each dawn and dusk, their voices entwined in a duet that signified the dance of day and night, a symphony that celebrated the eternal cycle of life and love. Their love was legendary, inspiring the blooms to unfurl and the rivers to mirror the sky's infinite hues. As they nurtured the life around them, so did their affection for one another deepen. The harmony they created was not merely a song but the very breath of the world, a romance that inspired every creature that fluttered, crawled, and leapt through Aviaria. Yet, not all hearts reveled in the beauty of Elian and Jules' union. An envious shadow lurked in silence, a once-glorious bird whose wings had turned dull with bitterness. As the Sovereigns' love blossomed, so did the shadow’s resolve to quench the source of Aviaria’s joy. One fateful twilight, as Elian and Jules were lost in their rapture of feathery caresses and tender preening, the shadow cast a spell, a malediction meant to sever their bond. Elian’s once radiant feathers dulled, her songs faltering, while Jules found his once eloquent melodies turning into hollow echoes. The Harmony Restored The forest of Aviaria, once abuzz with life, fell into a somber stillness as the spell weakened Elian’s luster and Jules’s vibrance. The once jubilant boughs now mourned in silence, longing for the return of the birds’ dulcet duet. The Sovereigns, despite their fading glory, refused to succumb to despair. Their love, resilient in the face of darkness, became their beacon. Elian, with her dimming flames of amber and scarlet, began to sing a song of remembrance, a tender ballad of the days when her wings were drenched in sunlight. Jules, though his voice was a mere whisper of the sea's caress, joined her with a melody of hope that spoke of the stars waiting behind the veiled night sky. Their song, soft but unwavering, reached the heart of the forest. The magic of their pure love reverberated through the undergrowth and into the deepest roots of the Velvet Bough. In an act of unity, the creatures of Aviaria lent their voices to the Sovereigns’ anthem, a chorus to pierce the shadow’s veil. As the forest sang with them, the spell began to fracture. The shadow, confronted with the power of their combined spirits, realized the futility of his endeavor. In a final act of contrition, the shadow dissolved into the ether, leaving behind a single feather — a remnant of his former beauty. The sun, witnessing the triumph of love and unity, cast its first morning ray upon Elian, whose feathers blazed back to life with colors that outshone even the dawn. Jules’s plumage, too, was restored, a tapestry of night and twilight interwoven with the iridescent threads of dawn. And so, the serenade of the Sovereigns resumed, stronger and more enchanting than ever before. Their love had not only saved them but had healed the heart of Aviaria itself. The Velvet Bough, their sacred perch, blossomed anew, and the Sovereigns’ tale of love, loss, and redemption was etched into the annals of the skies forevermore. The birds of Aviaria knew, as long as Elian and Jules graced the Velvet Bough with their presence, harmony would always return to the forest. Their love was a testament to the enduring power of connection, a melody that would resonate through the ages, inspiring all who believe in the magic of togetherness and the enduring symphony of love.         As the saga of Elian and Jules reaches its heartfelt conclusion, their inspiring tale transcends the narrative, finding its way into a collection of fine products that capture the essence of "Vibrance on a Velvet Bough." Each piece is a celebration of their story, a tangible connection to the love and harmony that restored the forest of Aviaria. Adorn your everyday life with the exclusive stickers, imbuing your personal items with the magic of Elian and Jules's world. For a more grandiose statement, the limited edition poster transforms any room into a gallery of fantastical art, inviting viewers to gaze upon the sovereigns' perched majesty. For those who wish to envelop themselves in the beauty of our avian monarchs, the lush tapestry serves as a magnificent centerpiece, while the wood print brings an organic touch to the artwork's vibrant display. Encase the memory of their enduring song within a framed print, perfect for those who seek a constant reminder of the forest's splendor. Carry a fragment of Aviaria wherever you go with the stylish and practical tote bag, or decorate your sanctuary with the comforting embrace of the throw pillow, each imprinted with the image of Elian and Jules. Let the "Vibrance on a Velvet Bough" collection bring a piece of their legendary love and harmony into your life, crafting an ambiance that echoes the enchanting whispers of the Velvet Bough.