Today as part of the Greater Treasures blog tour, I’m honored to host Vern, whose the first non-human AND the first dragon to guest post here.
Vern: Hi. I’m Vern, a dragon from Faerie. Sarah has asked me to talk to you a little about how dragons view motherhood. The first thing I should point out is that dragons are androgynous; that is, we don’t reproduce at all. God created us fully formed from the greatness of His imagination and gave us eternal life, so we are undying and limited in number. Of course, that means I’ve seen human (and dwarf, elf, etc.) motherhood evolve over millennia, so I do know a thing or two on the topic.
No matter what the humanoid species, mothers have certain qualities—
(Door bangs open) Voice: Hi! Missed me?
Vern: Coyote! What are you doing here? Are you in trouble again?
Coyote the Trickster: Me? I’m hurt! I came to see my good friends and…oh! You’re writing about motherhood? What a great topic for you. You make such a good mom.
Vern: I’m not a mother.
Coyote: Yes, you are! Don’t you remember our phoenix baby? She was so cute when she was born, all snuggly against Momma Vern… (Makes coochie noises and baby talk.)
Vern: That was not my child.
Coyote: You hatched the egg, Momma. And I brought you the egg, so that makes me the daddy.
Vern: I didn’t lay it. And I wouldn’t have had to hatch it if you hadn’t stolen it. That makes you a thief.
Coyote: That was never proven. Innocent until proven guilty. I love America. Anyone can be anything here. Dragons can even be mothers.
Vern: I was not its mother. I was more like a midwife, and I took her straight to the hatching grounds to find her kin right after. Is there a reason you’re here, Coyote?
Coyote: Is Grace around? No? I’ll wait. Keep writing. I want to see what you say.
Vern (half sighing/half growling): I know the thinking in America is that mothers and fathers aren’t so different, but trust one who’s seen thousands of generations of families. Mothers are different. They are more nurturing and value physical as well as emotional closeness with their offspring. Even when they are protecting their family, they prefer to keep them close—
Coyote: But see! That’s just like you, Vern.
Coyote: Remember when Grace was poisoned by that dart while on a case? You protected her; you nurtured her; you stayed by her.
Vern: First off, she’s my friend, not my child. Second, I stayed at her bedside long enough to pray, then I left and went after the sons of humans who put her there—
Coyote: You held her!
Vern: I held her down. She was convulsing. It wasn’t like I was comforting her or singing her a lullaby.
Coyote: You sang a lullaby to our phoenix baby. Purred, anyway.
Vern (heaves a sigh, pushes away the keyboard, and faces Coyote fully.): I’ll finish this article later. What do you want, Coyote?
Coyote: You did purr.
Vern: Yes. What do you want?
Coyote: You’re protective and nurturing, aren’t you?
Vern: Grace is more nurturing than I am, by far. What. Do. You. Want?
Coyote (pauses, looks sheepish): Would you…adopt me?
Vern: Coyote! What did you do this time?
Vern’s and Coyote’s phoenix baby was hatched in “Coyote Fires,” a serial story fundraiser I’ll be publishing in e-book next year. Grace’s poisoning happened in the case called Greater Treasures, now available on Amazon.
Vern and Sister Grace (and Coyote, too) would like to wish all mothers reading this a Happy Belated Mothers’ Day.
A chance to win!
I’ve been off-the-blog this week, but it turns out that Vern has inspired a giveaway. I’ll toss in a book along with whatever he picks outta his closet. So some lucky winner will get TWO prizes: one from Vern and one from me.
Leave a comment by Tuesday, May 21, and we’ll draw a winner randomly next Wednesday.