20260818 Written for “Smogust’s Story Hoard”, prompt 12. I flap down to where the researchers are waiting, a clearing within view of their tents. “Hello. My nephew said you were looking for an old dragon?” “Yes!” Ah, the enthusiasm of a true scholar on the hunt. “You see, we
“Now, I’m SURE you read the listing very carefully, but to be sure we’re all on the same page, yes the castle has a genuine dragon living in it, who is the LEGAL OWNER…”
Grey is as nonchalant as ever. Entirely at odds with how emotional I’m currently feeling. And how emotional I feel he SHOULD be, on finding me searching his belongings…
It’s funny. Ever since we moved here, I dreamt of the day I’d finally leave. And now… on the eve of my triumphant escape… stepping out for fresh air turned into a farewell.
Thing is, Craig had never been an imaginative sort. Not even as a child. So him rushing into the tavern blathering about a monster from tales was… odd.