Treasure

She found herself gazing at the child.

Dragons are accustomed to solitary places. Her heart was creased and caged by the years she had lived.

In her mind she could see her life stretched out in a long train of high haunts and gleaming fortresses. She was no longer proud of the way she could make men run in fear and trembling when she came to the breaches and swooped down to take their treasure–gold, jewels, bolts of silk and brocade. Before she had brooded over it like a nesting bird, but now her gaze had shifted.

Now she watched the boy. He supplanted all thoughts of other treasure. In times past she would run her scaly claws through the things she owned, anxious to keep things. Now she wish–ached to be able to take all of it to Someone–someone who could with power and promise keep this child safe–from the darkness in the world she knew too well.

They say

They say that God Himself designed the space between a mother and her child. It is the perfect distance for the eyes of a child, focused on a love that should anchor them to a fixed point in an unfixed universe.

The bond of a mother with a nursing child establishes the language of the unspoken, irrevocable promise–I am here and because I am here you are safe.

–Dame NP Doxia, A Dragon’s Guide to Raising the Human Child, pg. 7b

Or

You will need to barter or hire wet nurse services from a suitable goat, sheep, or human mother. The former are a powerful temptation (as they are delicious either au natural or roasted) and the latter tend to look askance at the whole endeavor.

Either way it is essential that baby is held and nurtured constantly which means the diligent dragon parent will have to curtail extraneous treasure hunting and um, forego red meat in general.

Your diet will be altered in the process, but remember, these wee humans are worth the effort.

A word about lactation

Of course most of us do not have either the apparatus or inclination to nurse a human child. We are mostly reptilian, serpentine, not given to Mother’s milk, but as many of you know we she-dragons possess powerful magic.

If a dragon wishes she may allo-lactate with some perseverance and even one distant mer-mother or griffin in the family.

You will need to consult charts and checklist for nursing in appendix b.

The dragon sighed. Sounded complicated.

The Draconian Guide…

When she found it she knew. The title (poorly translated from the Greek) was “The Draconian Guide to Raising Humans”

Now, while the Dragon herself felt that Draco was a positive figure in the aggregate history of human government, she was not sure how his stringent moral law would help her find nourishment for a baby.

So she was vastly and conspicuously relieved when she opened the book (only slightly singed) and found original talon-drawn illustrations and a surprisingly maternal self-portrait of the author–Naga P. Doxia. It appeared that this esteemed authoress and dragoness had pioneered a little known and even less understood movement to foster understanding and community between dragons and humans.

Dame Naga had put forth the idea that when human population experienced paroxysms of orphanage, dragons should fill the gap. This was a controversial prospect from the outset. The dragon communities felt that their benevolence would be mistaken for usurpage or worse yet, kidnapping. They were a solitary and cloistered folk, and the scrutiny and prospect of intrusion and misunderstanding filled them with a grim and slithery fear.

And the humans? They took immediate and vociferous umbrage at the idea entirely!

Yet, Doxia had persevered, doggedly pursuing her trifold goals of fostering understanding, writing about her passion, and adopting actual human children. It was the last of course which drove and illuminated the others.

It was a thoroughly engrossing read.

She rummages through

The dragon was aware of her deficiencies–her reptile bulk, her scaly and inhospitable limbs. She had fierce clawed mitts where a Mother’s hands should be. At best she was barely adequate for the task of parenting a human child. While the little one slept in the crook of her arm she began to search through her vast piles of objects for anything that might help her to nourish and sustain this tiny child whom she already loved deeply.

A long time coming

She knew what it meant to live a thousand years. She could see beyond the curve of each horizon.

As with all dragons, she was a searcher and until the child changed the focal point of her immaculate sight, she wandered to and fro collecting the glinting treasure others failed to see.

She looked in unexpected places. It was never enough. No matter how much or how costly the gleaning, once acquired it only served to remind her of her empty soul, her brooding heart.

Until the child…