Airianna Valenshia wrote:
Thanks for the thoughts, Pavalini. I like the choices you've made for your book, even though I am a big fan of nice dragons.
So, out of curiosity, how does basing your dragons on folk lore, instead of fantasy, affect your portrayal of dragons? I know how it would affect my own writing, but I'm curious how you see that affecting your portrayal.
In other words, what's special about dragons when they're based on folk-lore and Arthurian legends rather than pagan mythologies? Truth be told, the special thing is there's nothing special about them. They're just whopping big lizards. They breath fire, they are encrusted with (basically) impenetrable scales, typically male (why this is the case, I'm clueless....in the natural world, females are usually far bigger and nastier), rare but common enough to be pests and get slaughtered 24/7 without going extinct, have terrible breath in the morning, single, have a taste for lovely damsels and royalty (like cake is to bread), delight in scrooging gold, are constantly bothered from naps by silly knights trying to make names for themselves, and usually end up getting killed by some brat with a special weapon. Terribly borish life. Being ugly doesn't help. D.A.F.T. (Dragons Are Folk Too) is an elvish protesting group for dragon's rights. They like to picket on the castle drawbridge.
There's little magical about them. They are hunted for sport. They are hunted for glory. They are hunted for their treasure. They are hunted because they snore at night, keeping everyone in the village awake. They all look madly different from each other, and though you never see them guarding nests somehow their eggs show up in the oddest places as heirlooms, treasures, and delicious omelets (actually...I'm yet to see that one...
ding: BOOK IDEA!). They like beds of outrageous piles of gold, maidens-over-easy (which seldom occurs...), dark damp dreary holes in a big rock (crispy hollow shells of armor for interior-design), a good cup of tea and warm fuzzy slippers on chilly mornings.
In short, nothing special at all. A lot like us, really.
Deo Volente,
Pavalini
P.S. I may have just called you a dragon.