Once upon a time...
Rubbing her eyes, it felt like glittering motes were trapped behind the lids. Even long after the book had settled into an innocuous looking pile on the floor, Maea felt the echo of magic in her bones, and the taste of fire at the back of her throat. She wasn't sure what she felt; between wonder and sadness and rage, there was a hollow ache connected to the memory of wings - what it had felt like, in the brief moments when she had been powerful and could fly away, never to return.
"'The Sleeping Princess'," she replied softly. Leaving the sentient tome where it lay for now, she scooted over to sit on the edge of the canal next to Hadama. "The way I remember it though, it was the fairy who turned into a dragon. Sometimes because they were bad, and sometimes because the Knight was. I guess... my brother must have switched things up."
Folding her arms around her legs, Maea glanced at the merman. Wondered at his thoughts, and the sacrifice he had made - in a book, certainly, but nevertheless...
"Are you okay?"
"'The Sleeping Princess'," she replied softly. Leaving the sentient tome where it lay for now, she scooted over to sit on the edge of the canal next to Hadama. "The way I remember it though, it was the fairy who turned into a dragon. Sometimes because they were bad, and sometimes because the Knight was. I guess... my brother must have switched things up."
Folding her arms around her legs, Maea glanced at the merman. Wondered at his thoughts, and the sacrifice he had made - in a book, certainly, but nevertheless...
"Are you okay?"
The End
