Summer vacation of the dragon and the girl (1)

Summer vacation of the dragon and the girl (1)

Children can be described with one word.

Pure, purity, innocence. ()

Though there are various adjectives to describe young people but all of them contained yearning, nostalgia and only a little envy.

What the eyes of children reflect, we will never know how our appearance is seen by them.

Ones appearance was full of possibilities. The you back then.

You wished that those days would never come back.

To get to love children.

Their futures not dirtied by adults conveniences and circumstances. To arbitrarily dye them gray.

Children steadily grow up and watching them become a soft sun or a gentle rain.

And if you do so you might be able to learn to love yourself.

Children are lovely.

Its a warm feeling that shakes the heart like the joy of greeting spring.

The heart that can love spring, even if it isnt here yet, wasnt that proof that it stayed in our heart?

Ahh, spring. To grow big and bloom. For the coming summer, for the future.

And once summer ends, autumn passed and we greet winter than surely spring will stay in our hearts.

The existence of children can teach us this.

Even when old, spring is here.

I approach the child and slowly turn her around.

She might be hungry because childrens nature is such and they demand food.

I quietly pat the lovely child.

Pure white skin and small bulges, though a little damp but it was a soft feeling.

It was the size of my palm, not to break it, not to hurt it, twice, thrice, I traced the ridge line from the nape to the back

Mokyu?

Umu. Its a lovely thing after all. The larva.

(TLN: He is a cicada why would he talk about humans!)

That was enough, so as not to further obstruct the meat of the infant giant world drone beetle (Rhomborrhina japonica) I quietly left the place.

Welcome back roommate-san. . . . how was it?

Yggdrasil greeted me when I came back to the nest.

However, her voice was unusual and somewhat firm.

Her usual voice was like a soft young leave that budded, but today her voice was like something was stuck in her mouth and became stiff with tension.

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What a relief . . . In truth, I was worried.

Yggdrasils voice returned to her usual tone.

She had a gentle heart. She must have been awfully worried about the creatures on the island.

Umu, please rest assured. During the fight no one was hurt.

Her eyebrows wrinkled and her lovely face warped like a walnut.

Miin min min min. (TL: Rest assured. There is nothing to worry about. Now, open your mouth, and drink well)

And matching the breathing of the girl I slowly poured in the elixir.

The girl had a coughing fit whenever she drank but only half of it was spilled.

However, the Attenboroughs pitcher plant was big. There was enough elixir to pour into her throat.

The elixir definitely worked because the skin of the girl flushed and I understood that her light of life grew stronger.

Though she still had a nightmare but her breathing gradually calmed down.

I sincerely wished that the girl would have a nice dream and then I left.

Because the girl was sleeping in the hollow I decided to sleep outside while entrusting my body to the trunk of Yggdrasil.

The stars are in clear view today, Yggdrasil.

Yes, the sky is very clear today. The small stars that couldnt be seen all the time shine so much.

In the sky we look up to a sea of stars spread out.

On a moonless night the stars the stars didnt have to be reserved and insisted their existence to their hearts content.

Without exchanging words between Yggdrasil and me we just looked up at the stars.

And nameless stars swiftly fell.

Do you know the constellation? Yggdrasil.

I thought incidentally and asked Yggdrasil.

Constellation was it? About that I dont know much . . . Does roommate-san know about it?

Ahh, its in the inherited knowledge. Its an interesting thing. The gathered stars are made into shapes and each has its story.

I had neither father, mother nor teacher. . . . thats why, if its alright, will you teach me about the constellation?

Yggdrasil asked me modestly. My answer had already been decided.

Of course, Yggdrasil.

While pointing at the constellation one by one I recited the related story to Yggdrasil.

The line of stars that stretched out wide in the sky like the shape of a swans wing and the story about the serial cheating god.

The hero killed by poison and the story of the lone small scorpion that climbed the sky. The heart of the scorpion, the wise man and the horse that aims with its bow.

The names of the constellation I talked about Yggdrasil I will never forget them while thinking over them and each of those stories brought sympathy and surprise.

My knowledge about constellation was from the person who got along with the dragon, they were told by the young man who had refined the elixir.

The names given to the innumerable stars, the stories they were given, the power of humans dreams was immeasurable.

The sky hadnt changed for several thousand years.

The life of stars was over several thousands of years but they only show a little twinkling.

. . . No, there was something that differed from my memory in the sky.

. . . fumu, whats that?

What is it?

There is a star in the sky I dont know. At the center of the great summer triangle I can see a small red star. What is that. Do you know? Yggdrasil.

What am I asking the woman who didnt even know the name of the stars.

Yggdrasil didnt answer.