It was like a faery meadow—tall grasses rampant with wild flowers of pink, yellow, purple and even lime green petals. Low bushes housed birds’ nests built of the requisite sticks and twigs but also brightly colored ribbons and yarns. Butterflies and bees flitted from flower to flower sipping of the nectar and immediately transferring it to the next.
She couldn’t waddle as fast as the others since she was the only one in dragon form. Jake and Phil stayed out of range of her tail and a little ahead of her. Aunt Cecily walked alongside her, and the strange man, Harkus, plowed straight through the field as if confident that he was being followed as ordered.
Well, fuck him. She was getting very tired of all this strangeness. Why was she the only dragon in this little band of unmerry men? The bigger question was how could she use her dragon-ness to her advantage?
Wait just a friggin’ minute! How could she not realize that she was at least three times larger than anyone else? That meant she was the boss here. The right of the mighty.
“Stop,” she bellowed. “We’re not going to move another inch until I know what the hell is going on here. Why am I a dragon, and why are you bossing me around, you little Harkus you?”
She watched the little nut of a man halt, square his shoulders, and slowly turn around to face her. His mouth stretched into a grimace, and his eyes burned with fury. Hoo boy, what had she unleashed?
The air around him shimmered. She could feel the rapidly heating currents buffeting even her rough dragon hide, getting hotter and hotter.
Jake muttered, “You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?”
“Shut up,” she responded absently. Before their eyes, the little twitchy Harkus grew, expanded, his chest puffed out, legs lengthened, turned furry. His face elongated, pointy ears popped out of his head. His lips turned liverish colored and pulled back from gigantic fangs in a snarl.
“Would you like to rephrase that, Miss Kallyn?” he growled.
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