[ IP ] King of the Sky

Alone. 
 
 When he flew, his green scales glistened. The light sparkled off of his hide and he was pleased. When he passed through the sky mist and wreathed himself in flames, it dissipated. Tiny tickle wings swooped to avoid him. He was king of the sky. 
 
 Anticipation. 
 
 He flew over the land peaks that housed his minatures, and over the flat grass, where two legs lived. All that he saw was his. He was king of the land. 
 
 Almost there. 
 
 He glided and flew, two legs' villages zipping in and out of site within a wing beat. Watching lesser brethren squabble over peaks below. Let them think they owned their own little world. This rest of the world was his. 
 
 Except where it was not. 
 
 He flew to the sea unending. The bitter water that lapped his shores. There he saw her sunbathing, her dark purple scales shimmering just beneath the tickle foam. Immersed in her queendom. 
 
 So near. 
 
 She was stangely beautiful, mysteriously different. Her neck was long, her wings six not two. While he ruled the skies. The queen ruled the depths. How he wished he could go there with her. 
 
 So close. 
 
 With a flap and another, he was back over land. Back upon commn domain. He spun spiraling downwards, until his claws touched the hot yellow crunch earth. 
 
 Almost. 
 
 He folded his wings and they draped into a cape which skimmed the earth as he walked. Tail twitching, swishing, he made his was to the border, the lapping line seperating him from her. 
 
 Soon. 
 
 The dark form of the queen could be seen not far off, and suddenly there she was. Neck extended up into the air, she issued a spouting geyser in welcome. 
 
 Finally. 
 
 Quick as a zag zapper he returned a reply, and simmered the geyser to steam. Eight wings ruffled with glee. He reached out his snout as far as he dared, for swim could not he. She extended her graceful neck. Lightly their noses touched. 
 
 Come. 
 
 Slowly she flap paddled closer to the divide, until she made it to the yellow earth. Here she was neither swift nor fluid. Yet least here they shared a domain. 
 
 At last. 
 
 Hers were the inlets, the peak a boo brooks. His were the towering pines. Hers was the deep. His was the sky. He opened his wings and enveloped them both as she wrapped her neck about his shoulders. 
 
 Together.
