Such are the ways of dragons.

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Another time, another place, stylized but... true enough.

She believed she held the flames.  She... never knew.  Preferred not to know.

She found her own way, with the mark given.

And, when called home, stock was taken.


Oh, one can't but miss the flames.  Being cold blooded, sometimes... it's all one had.  Until... a better life was offered.  And yet the want remains, milder in time, perhaps.

Good night.