365 Days of Drabbles: Day One Hundred-Fourteen
For aldersprig: "I'm always fond of collars "
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"All right, dear?" the dragon asked, as Miriam tried to breathe.
"Burning..." she gasped.
"Close your eyes, just breathe in and breathe out. Only that. It will pass.
She did as she was told. After a few seconds, the sensation that she'd just drank molten lead passed, and she was able rise shakily to her knees. "All right... now..."
"I"m sorry, but I had to contain your magic. Otherwise it was going to burn you out before you could learn control.
Miriam crawled over to a puddle of water and looked at the golden, glowing runes now circling her neck.
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"All right, dear?" the dragon asked, as Miriam tried to breathe.
"Burning..." she gasped.
"Close your eyes, just breathe in and breathe out. Only that. It will pass.
She did as she was told. After a few seconds, the sensation that she'd just drank molten lead passed, and she was able rise shakily to her knees. "All right... now..."
"I"m sorry, but I had to contain your magic. Otherwise it was going to burn you out before you could learn control.
Miriam crawled over to a puddle of water and looked at the golden, glowing runes now circling her neck.