W: Wow, this is pretty deep. What did they hit you with?
D: Some crystal thing. It started covering my face.
W: I told you to watch out for that.
D: You did?
W: Yes, I did.
D: I don’t remember that.
W: I know you don’t.
W: But I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about this bleeding gash.
D: Oh I uh… I don’t feel so good.
W: Don’t worry, you know I take care of you, in spite of everything.
D: What does that mean?
W: Nothing, just words.
D: You meant something by it.
W: I didn’t. Why are you acting like this?
D: I’m not acting like anything. If you have something to say, just say it.
W: I didn’t say anything. What are you even talking about? I think you need to calm down.
D: I have a gaping wound.
W: And that is whose fault?
D: …mine.
W: Yup.
D: You could have helped me.
W: Do you have any idea how much I do? How about you try and stay in the lair and help me instead.
D: I’m busy burning the city down.
W: You chose that.
D: Wait… no… I- we made that plan together.
W: Yeah, together but here I am, cleaning up your messes.
D: Stop, just… you can’t treat me this way.
W: What way? Patching your wounds? Taking care of your home. Being there for you, even when you don’t deserve it? Staying here while you go fulfill your dreams. You know, I have dreams too.
D: I was doing this for you.
W: For me?
D: For us! The gold, the destruction! We made this plan together.
W: I guess.
D: Is that not what you want?
W: I do.
D: Then why are you pretending like you don’t!?
W: Being a monster isn’t really what I want. It’s what you want.
D: I’m a monster now!?
W: I didn’t say that.
D: You literally just did!
W: No I didn’t.
D: You did!
W: Why do you always try and pick a fight with me!?
In a swirl, the dragon grabbed their polymorph cloak, shrinking in size to an average humanoid. They did their best to avoid the glare of the wizard.
“That’s mine,” the wizard said.
“I don’t care,” the dragon, now more resembling a dragonborn, shot back.
They reached for a small table and took a satchel of gold pieces.
“Don’t expect me to be here when you get back,” the wizard said.
“I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back later today,” they said, completing their collection task by grabbing another bag full of traveling… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
“Not much of a talker. I wonder, is this what your parents wanted for you? Well, not the ‘dead on an ash covered floor’ part, but the life of a city guard. It probably paid well. I bet they would have been thrilled. I can imagine your father and mother, so proud on the day you… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
Lyle sat with their hands together, fingers interlaced, their attention fixed heavily on the planks beneath them. Their mother and father sat a few feet away, two more faces among the dozens of others in the moving wooden crate.
They were all fleeing their home and the weight of it could be seen in every dull eye.
The attacks had been relentless, days and days of fire coming from the sky. At first, the city tried to strike back. Those that stood against the dragon wound up as piles of molten metal and… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…
Lyle looked into his mother’s eyes. There was fear, there was pain. She broke her gaze and looked down at her chest, touching the crystal briefly before collapsing to the cart. His father screamed, pulled against the rail, and tried, in vain, to reach out to his love with his one… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…