Cinder, the Dragon in the Glassblower's Furnace
Behind Lio's shop on Prism Street, a small red dragon named Cinder slept inside the glass furnace. He was no bigger than a spaniel, and he kept the fire at exactly the right heat for making bottles, bowls, and long twisted vases. Lio's uncle, the glassblower, often said that no machine in the whole city could match Cinder's steady warmth.
One cold January morning, however, the furnace began to dim. The glass turned thick and lumpy, and Lio's uncle frowned at a bowl that had cracked while it was cooling on the shelf. Cinder lay curled with his tail over his nose and refused to wake.
Lio knelt beside the furnace. "Are you sick?" he asked quietly.
Cinder opened one gold eye. "Too quiet," he mumbled. "Dragons need songs to keep our fire bright. Nobody sings in this shop anymore."
Lio had not noticed that, since the winter started, the shop had been silent except for the clank of tools. He took a deep breath and began the only song he knew, a goofy tune about a goose who tried to knit. His uncle heard it and, to Lio's surprise, joined in with a deep, rumbling voice.
The coals flared up orange and then white. Cinder stretched, and the glass flowed smooth and bright again. From that day on the shop sang while it worked, and the vases came out of the fire with colors no one else on Prism Street could match.