The dragon’s head was large, she said.
She repeated: LARGE.
Which head was she referring to? They wanted to know.
Details, please.
We have never been with a dragon, they said.
Nobody has been so lucky.
I cannot give more than that.
Fires will be blown if I let on more.
Did it bite you? They wanted to know.
Only in the best ways, she replied.
And did it speak?
In whispers. In tongues. I could not understand.
And will you see it again? Should we say “he”? They wondered.
No, we shall not meet again.
I want all of him, but a future together is not in the cards.
Dragons are lonely creatures,
and I need more love than he can give.
But you don’t regret it? they asked.
No, I regret nothing, she said.
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