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Daughter of Dragons

Lika scrubbed the scales of a mammoth mother dragon beside a steaming pool called the Dragon's Tooth. The pool was shaped like a fang and always appeared red, unlike other pools that reflected the sky. The mother dragon had ink-black scales and golden eyes, and tendrils of smoke rose from her nostrils as one of her children trilled in sleep. Lika knew the dragon would soon leave her babies to fend for themselves, as she felt the dragon's restless heart that yearned to travel and see unseen things.

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Daughter of Dragons

Lika scrubbed the scales of a mammoth mother dragon beside a steaming pool called the Dragon's Tooth. The pool was shaped like a fang and always appeared red, unlike other pools that reflected the sky. The mother dragon had ink-black scales and golden eyes, and tendrils of smoke rose from her nostrils as one of her children trilled in sleep. Lika knew the dragon would soon leave her babies to fend for themselves, as she felt the dragon's restless heart that yearned to travel and see unseen things.

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Dragon’s Tooth

The skies were a vibrant red, pulsing like the blood of mortals. The clouds were clumps of
purple-red tufts with gold-silver rims, their sheen providing the gentle light in which basked
the many dragons that sought shelter here, beside the steaming pool that they called the
Dragon's Tooth. It was shaped like a fang, or some say the crescent moon, though personally,
Lika thought it resembled more a fang than that heavenly tooth. If you looked at it from the
top of the Blood Mountain, where it was rumoured, the dragons won their bloody victory, the
pool steamed, as if releasing the many souls that were vanquished in that ancient battle for
ultimate victory. Unlike the other pools that reflected the sky above, the Dragon's Tooth was
always red. And the moon was only red on occasion, so Lika would contest anyone who
sought to argue with her. Lika scrubbed the scales of the mammoth mother dragon, her of the
ink-black scales with golden eyes like lamps that now opened to behold her. Tendrils of smoke
rose from the mother's nostrils, as one among her children trilled softly in its sleep. For now,
the dragon would remain feminine, to nurse her babies. But Lika knew that soon, she would
leave them behind to fend for themselves.

Lika could feel her restlessness under her palms. The beating heart that yearned to travel to
the edges of the world, to see things unseen. Some dragons struck a better balance between
their urge to fly and their urge to nurse; they often remained in perfect harmony between
their masculine and feminine selves. Others however, oscillated wildly between those
polarities, fighting with themselves as they did with their mates; that was why this particular
dragon sat in this grove of molten rocks and old stones, fuming by herself as water steamed
all around her, warming her children and herself, in addition to the few eggs that were yet to
hatch, which were currently nestled within the ring of her long, glistening tail.

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