Holding Out for a HeroJenna folded her arms and scoffed at her luck while the creature bellowed at no one in particular. It was quite a spectacular view, she noted, from what must have been the foul thing's lair. The houses that dotted the countryside looked like the toys she'd played with as a young girl. Even her father's castle seemed miniature; with a frown she realized this was the farthest she'd ever been away from it.Holding Out for a Hero by LeonaWindrider
Sitting upon an outcrop of smooth rocks, she watched the beast's display with an oddly misplaced feeling of peace. Sure, she was probably about to die, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with the annoyance of her needlepoint class that was due to begin in half an hour.
Death by dragon was certainly worth missing that.
She studied the obviously male dragon with a keen eye. The Magus had often spoken of dragons and their make up and she'd always found them morbidly fascinating to the chagrin of her prim-a