My friend, Silver, does this thing called Wednesday Words - wherein she takes a prompt and posts a snippet related to the prompt. Today's prompt was CLOUDS. Since I'm at a loss for blog material this morning, I thought I'd just share the words I left in her comments.
To set it up, this is the bad guy... a dark elf intent on destruction... using his magic to control the dragon.
The sun had set by the time Uliph returned to Kingshead. The snow was lightly falling, covering roads whose earlier layers were decorated sooty-black. Uliph preferred the black. It reminded him of the towns after his dragon had done her worst. Soon, the soot here wouldn’t be from the scores of hearth fires belching their leavings from chimneys, but from fires on the roofs and the walls and the doors. And the bodies. Oh, how they burned brightly from the dragonfire.
Licking his lips, he reached out to the beast. She was already circling over the city, far above the snow and clouds, waiting for his bidding. At the touch of his mind, a flame jetted through the night. Not as far above the clouds as I would like. The people might still see her and attempt to flee. He sent his thoughts up to her. Rise and hide.
His mind encountered resistance. The dragon was hungry and when she was hungry, she became unruly. Uliph loosed magic in her direction and felt her cringe. But she did as she had been told and rose above the clouds.
The attack would come while these favorites of the Lady slept and not a second sooner. If they saw the dragon now, they would flee. Or they would try to fight. The High Lord wanted his victims unsuspecting this night. Time enough later to taste their fear. After the shrouds were either destroyed entirely or had been pushed across this land that had once been theirs.