Picnic At The Bonfire Glade

[Aradaewen]

All activity ceased as the picnic-ers heard their newest arrival. Indeed, they heard before they saw her, for she was unused to such enclosed space as forest. Trees tried to squeeze out of her way, and she took great care not to squash any seedlings. When she entered their midst from the northeast, all present felt their jaws drop. A red dragon, maybe a touch smaller than the legendary Smaug of the Lonely Mountain, this glittering collossus (sp?) arched her neck proudly and they caught the familiar sight of a wicker basket. When she spoke, though it was a whisper, the low rumble caused some of the more delicate-eared creatures to cover the features, "I see that the festivities have started. I'm sorry if I have interrupted anything?" Nobody answered, just stared. She shrugged, placed her basket on the ground, and curled up in the smallest area her massive bulk would allow.