He's an old dragon, scarred and aged from his many ordeals. He's coiled up in his cave, a wingless beast who once ruled the land. Now he dozes away, remembering past battles, knights and elusive maidens. The townsfolk bring him food and leftover wine, but no more girls for the knight to save. In the winter a short breath of fire warms his cave, while the young recorder takes down in writing the old dragon's wealth of stories.
Inks and markers on sketchbook page, 4" x 4", July 11, 2019.
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