Bloom

Swish.

Eh?

Swish.

Feels like…I’m moving while I sleep?

Swish.

Wait.

Swoosh!

I am moving, gah!

I rapidly wake up to darkness around me with little sparkles of light nearby.

Swish.

I’m in a cloth sack of some sort, what the hell?

Help! I’ve been tree-napped while napping!

This, this is horrible.

Wait, how did they get through the Garden without me noticing!?

This is horrible, and, scary!

Rustle.

How can you say I’ve been slacking?

Eh, why didn’t you wake me up?

Rustlee?

Oh, we were both sleeping at the same time.

Well, damn.

Swoosh!

The noises outside the cloth sack sound strange, and the surrounding temperature seems rather low.

Could we be in a mountain perhaps?

I quietly grow a branch tendril to peek at the many gaps in the cloth covering me. After a short glance outside I withdraw them all and shudder. We are not in a mountain, no, it’s much worse.

We are several tens of thousands of feet in the air being held on the side of a quaint old lady.

She’s a rather nice looking old lady as old ladies go, but that’s not the really disturbing part.

The really disturbing part is the adult dragon underneath her.

The one with multiple heads, and a deep silver color to their scales.

From what I know of dragons, the more heads, the stronger, the deeper the scale color, the older.

In other words, this nice looking old lady is strong enough to force subservience from a creature far above me.

Like, earth to sky type of above me.

I can see what happened already.

A nice old lady who likes plants probably happened to notice my floating Garden as she was flying around on her dragonsteed.

Of course she would go take a look.

Of course she would be amazed by all the rare plants and species.

Of course she would catch me napping after my transformation.

Choke on it Murphy, choke on it, and die slow.