I collaborated with over a dozen artists and creatives looking to grow our social media impact through each creating a coloring or activity page to contribute into a collective freebie product! This is the brain child of the Very Social Animal which I highly recommend joining if you are interested in learning how to sell and grow your social media presence (and if you love kawaii things!). Go here to download the FREE coloring book collab! Each contribution has their socials after it - and the best part is.... THERES MORE THAN ONE DRAGON! 🥰 See if you can find mine for the Dragon Village! https://jaceandjudy.com/products/free-coloring-book-color-our-world If you would like to rock your socials and participate in challenges, come join us in the Very Social Animal. I would love to see how you colored them once you've finished one!

I want to have a quick montage, like in a movie, of my dragon and I moving quickly from the mountain to the town. I would like to bump into several characters, individually, along the way. Is there a good spot in any of your stories where I could bump into you in the wilderness? It could be in your past, I suppose. These should be quick, funny encounters.

"If any knowing of mysterious visitors leaving in the night, their acquaintance is requested. "Bold fashion choices of tasteful red and white require impressed compliments and dazzling dragon adornment desired for closer inspection and crafter recommendations. "Such good taste! "Whose friends? Visitors? Family? Acquaintances? "Also man drop a few things before fast flight away, likely wants back. They quite useful. Any knowing him well please visit or direct to Mystplaced Wishes for arrangements." "Gratitude for permitting brief interruption. Gentle return to hallowed festivities." (Sending with love to fellow Hatchmere villagers, dragons, and dragon enthusiasts. Merry Christmas! ❤️🎄🌟)

"Stories don’t create impact by being detailed. They create impact by being directed." I love how the stories we see so far have impact and purpose to telling the tales of your dragons. This speaks to having more quests (aka prompts) available to help these tales gain larger life and grander meaning - the pull to be written and told. I would love to hear some ideas of "prompts" or directions that stories could take - I'll add some too ^_^

My mind swims in confounded oblivion clinging to Mother's reassuring voice, soothing warmth, and comforting thrum. Aches and relief crash into me like waves until a chilled consciousness stirs me. Familiar smells surround me: musty wood beams, stale straw, burning oil, old leather, precious metal, and Mother. But I don't feel her warmth or thrum. My bleary eyes open to the lantern that lights up the loft. A luxury for us as Mother doesn't want light to let others know where we live. Mother? I call out in mind and voice, it sounds weaker than usual. I hate this. I lift my head and swivel my gaze peering about the whole of the barn. I don't see her but I smell her. Looking down I realizes she draped her shawl around me, wrapped something over my head, and left her bag to the side. My head aches and I close my eyes trying to block it out until it dawns on me. My eyes snap back to the abandoned bag. Mother... left it?? She never goes without it! Never leaves it behind! It may as well be her first child - but there it is, just left haplessly on the loft floor. Shifting and creaking boards snap my attention to the window Mother has been using for a door. Mother worries that each snowfall will make the main doors hard to open and the cold harder to keep out. She latches the window shut and turns to me holding a bundle her clouds of breath dispersing as she adjusts to the warmth. "Precious!" She coos in a voice that makes me both cringe and relieved as she charges toward me quickly ascending the ladder. Mother scoops me up and holds me close and I sink into her, holding onto her tighter than usual. It's so rare to see her more clearly without her shawl hiding her and the darkness obscuring her. This is Mother. Carmel coated with warm soot capping each extremity, I melt into her yearning for comfort and balm. Mother hums her lullaby as she tends to me, feeding me, and soothing me. She added herbs to the savory meat that dull the pain and ointment to my bound wound. Her touch is gentle and deliberate, and though she hides it under her calm. I sense her worry.