Funeral for a dragon rider

The sunny day lights the hill where a priest pronounces his long sermon next to a tomb. A large group of people, together with a small group of dragons, silently lowering their huge hands while standing behind the human crowd; except one, standing in front of the tomb, next to two women and a small child. For a long time the priest reminds the feats of great bravery the deceased did, together with his beloved companion, and celebrates the nobility of his temper, the friend, the husband and the rider he has been throughout his life. Meanwhile, just in front of the priest, two women, his mother and his wife, the last one with a little child hugging her leg, weep their mourn. Beside them, the dragon is silent, as being a dragon cannot cry; but someway, his muzzle express even more pain than the two women.