The Distressing Damsel
Chapter One
Talaith stared at the silver spike planted in front of her. That silver spike a
mere tip to the longest tail she'd ever seen. Slowly, she looked over her
shoulder at the dragon.
By the gods-he's huge! She felt the panic again. The dragonfear. One of the most
unpleasant feelings she'd ever experienced. It dug deep into her gut and spread
out, immobilizing her limbs, her ability to speak and think. All she wanted to
do was scream and cry and beg for eternal darkness so that she didn't have to
look at it anymore.
"Take deep slow breaths," it told her. "It will calm you."
Calm her? Slow breaths? Instead she sucked in a breath to tell it to go to hell,
but instead ended up sending her late night snack spewing across the dragon's
foot.
Staring down, it muttered, "Oh, that's just vile."
Talaith's eyes narrowed and suddenly she found her voice. "And yet, I feel
remarkably better," she sneered.
Ah, and look ... she'd found her stupidity, too. You're mouthing off to a dragon,
Talaith. Well, she never could curb her tongue.
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