In the heart of the meadow, a grand blanket woven from the finest silks lay sprawled over the soft grass. A delicate tea set, crafted from the finest porcelain, sat atop the blanket, its intricate designs glinting in the sunlight. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of bees flitting from blossom to blossom. Around the blanket, four dragons of varying hues and sizes gathered, their scales shimmering with iridescent colors.
Eldrin the Wise, the eldest of the dragons with scales of deep emerald, carefully poured the tea into the delicate cups with a steady claw. Flare the Playful, a small dragon with fiery orange scales, bounced excitedly on her haunches, her eyes wide with delight. Zephyr the Swift, a sleek dragon with cobalt blue scales, flicked his tail in eagerness. Finally, Luna the Gentle, with her silver scales glistening, settled gracefully beside the others.
"It's been ages since we've gathered like this," Eldrin remarked, his voice a deep rumble. "Indeed! I've missed these delightful gatherings," Flare chimed in, her voice bubbling with joy. "And the tea! Eldrin, you've outdone yourself this time," Zephyr added, taking a careful sip from his cup. "It's the company that makes it truly special," Luna replied softly, her eyes twinkling.
Eldrin sighed contentedly, "Do you remember the time we ventured beyond the mountains?" Flare giggled, "And encountered the mischievous sprites?" Zephyr nodded, "Ah, they were quite the rascals!" Luna smiled fondly, "Those were days of great adventure and friendship."
The tea set was carefully packed away, and the dragons rose to their feet, stretching their wings in preparation for flight. "Until our next gathering," Eldrin said with a warm smile. "I can't wait!" Flare exclaimed, fluttering her wings in excitement. "Safe travels, my friends," Zephyr called as he took to the sky, his form a blur against the twilight. "May the stars guide you," Luna whispered, watching as her friends disappeared into the night.
The night air was cool and serene, the meadow now a quiet sanctuary under the vast expanse of the starlit sky. The only trace of the dragons' visit was the gentle rustle of the leaves and the soft impression of their presence in the grass. As the moon cast its silvery light over the land, the promise of future gatherings lingered softly in the air.
