The Old Dragon of the Mountain's Christmas (Dragon Lords of Valdier #9) by S.E. Smith
Authors: S.E. Smith
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ride?” He asked.
“A sleigh ride?” Crystal asked in confusion, looking around the yard. “Grandma doesn’t have a sleigh.”
Christoff winked. “She may not have one, but I do,” he assured her. “Come, let us see if your mother and Edna would like to go for ride.”
“What does this have to do with you and me being broken?” Crystal asked with a sardonic twist to her lips.
“Everything,” he promised.
“Okay,” Crystal replied with a shrug. “But this isn’t going to work.”
Christoff smiled down at Crystal, but didn’t respond. Instead, he opened the door to the cabin and peeked inside. Edna looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“I would like to take you, Shelly, and Crystal for a sleigh ride,” Christoff said formerly.
Edna smiled in confusion. “But, I don’t have a sleigh. All I have is the skid for hauling wood and Gloria can’t pull all of us even if I did,” she said, walking toward him.
“I have a sleigh,” he promised. “I want to show Crystal that even those that are different are not necessarily broken.”
“Oh!” Edna exclaimed, glancing at where Shelly was standing and listening. “Let’s go for a sleigh ride.”
“Crystal?” Shelly asked in a worried tone.
“It is time for her to heal,” Christoff murmured. “Come.”
*.*.*
Christoff stepped back and shut the door. He motioned for Crystal to follow him. She stopped on the middle step, her expression mutinous again.
With a wave of his hand, his symbiot swept down the steps around Crystal. It turned to liquid before reforming into a sleigh similar to what they used back on his world. He watched Crystal’s mouth drop open before it snapped shut when he grinned at her.
“You still need a horse to pull it,” she informed him with a raised eyebrow.
“Not a horse, but a dragon,” he said, stepping back and shifting.
“Holy sh…!” Crystal started to say before clamping her mouth shut when the door behind her opened.
“What the fuck?” Shelly choked out in disbelief.
“Mom!” Crystal growled in disapproval at her mother’s language, glancing over her shoulder.
Edna’s laughter echoed through the yard. “Go,” she said, waving her hand.
“But… What if Jack comes back while we’re gone?” Shelly muttered, trying to push back into the house.
“Then, he’ll wait for us,” Edna said firmly, pushing her daughter between her shoulder blades. “It will take him hours to get to Shelby, find clothes to fit Christoff and return. Come on.”
Shelly glared at her mother. “Since when did you become so adventuresome,” she demanded, pulling her hat down over her ears and starting across the porch.
“Come on, mom!” Crystal laughed, climbing into the sleigh. “It even made steps for me!”
“Awesome,” Shelly replied weakly as she descended the steps and crossed the snow covered path to the sleigh. “How is that… that thing supposed to pull this?”
Christoff turned his head and snorted at Shelly. Stepping in front of the sleigh, he growled out a command to his symbiot to create a harness for him. Within seconds, golden straps formed over Christoff’s chest.
“It’s not a thing, mom, it’s Christoff. He’s a dragon, too,” Crystal breathed.
“I… Why is the seat so warm?” Shelly asked nervously as she sat down. “It feels like this thing has a built in heater.”
Edna laughed again. “And a blanket it would appear,” she giggled when a thin blanket suddenly flowed over their laps. “Hang on. We’re ready when you are, Christoff,” she called out.
Christoff snorted again and took off. He might not be as big as the other dragons, but all the work on the mountain and climbing had built up his muscles. He wasn’t tall, but he was thickly built and had a tremendous endurance.
He tossed his head and drew in a deep breath of frigid air, enjoying the feeling of being outside. He briefly glanced over his shoulder and fluttered his deformed wings before
“A sleigh ride?” Crystal asked in confusion, looking around the yard. “Grandma doesn’t have a sleigh.”
Christoff winked. “She may not have one, but I do,” he assured her. “Come, let us see if your mother and Edna would like to go for ride.”
“What does this have to do with you and me being broken?” Crystal asked with a sardonic twist to her lips.
“Everything,” he promised.
“Okay,” Crystal replied with a shrug. “But this isn’t going to work.”
Christoff smiled down at Crystal, but didn’t respond. Instead, he opened the door to the cabin and peeked inside. Edna looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“I would like to take you, Shelly, and Crystal for a sleigh ride,” Christoff said formerly.
Edna smiled in confusion. “But, I don’t have a sleigh. All I have is the skid for hauling wood and Gloria can’t pull all of us even if I did,” she said, walking toward him.
“I have a sleigh,” he promised. “I want to show Crystal that even those that are different are not necessarily broken.”
“Oh!” Edna exclaimed, glancing at where Shelly was standing and listening. “Let’s go for a sleigh ride.”
“Crystal?” Shelly asked in a worried tone.
“It is time for her to heal,” Christoff murmured. “Come.”
*.*.*
Christoff stepped back and shut the door. He motioned for Crystal to follow him. She stopped on the middle step, her expression mutinous again.
With a wave of his hand, his symbiot swept down the steps around Crystal. It turned to liquid before reforming into a sleigh similar to what they used back on his world. He watched Crystal’s mouth drop open before it snapped shut when he grinned at her.
“You still need a horse to pull it,” she informed him with a raised eyebrow.
“Not a horse, but a dragon,” he said, stepping back and shifting.
“Holy sh…!” Crystal started to say before clamping her mouth shut when the door behind her opened.
“What the fuck?” Shelly choked out in disbelief.
“Mom!” Crystal growled in disapproval at her mother’s language, glancing over her shoulder.
Edna’s laughter echoed through the yard. “Go,” she said, waving her hand.
“But… What if Jack comes back while we’re gone?” Shelly muttered, trying to push back into the house.
“Then, he’ll wait for us,” Edna said firmly, pushing her daughter between her shoulder blades. “It will take him hours to get to Shelby, find clothes to fit Christoff and return. Come on.”
Shelly glared at her mother. “Since when did you become so adventuresome,” she demanded, pulling her hat down over her ears and starting across the porch.
“Come on, mom!” Crystal laughed, climbing into the sleigh. “It even made steps for me!”
“Awesome,” Shelly replied weakly as she descended the steps and crossed the snow covered path to the sleigh. “How is that… that thing supposed to pull this?”
Christoff turned his head and snorted at Shelly. Stepping in front of the sleigh, he growled out a command to his symbiot to create a harness for him. Within seconds, golden straps formed over Christoff’s chest.
“It’s not a thing, mom, it’s Christoff. He’s a dragon, too,” Crystal breathed.
“I… Why is the seat so warm?” Shelly asked nervously as she sat down. “It feels like this thing has a built in heater.”
Edna laughed again. “And a blanket it would appear,” she giggled when a thin blanket suddenly flowed over their laps. “Hang on. We’re ready when you are, Christoff,” she called out.
Christoff snorted again and took off. He might not be as big as the other dragons, but all the work on the mountain and climbing had built up his muscles. He wasn’t tall, but he was thickly built and had a tremendous endurance.
He tossed his head and drew in a deep breath of frigid air, enjoying the feeling of being outside. He briefly glanced over his shoulder and fluttered his deformed wings before
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