Gnomo Flux

I shared it with my family earlier today, and five minutes ago my mom decided to berate me, accusing me of not being the author. She asked countless times where did I get that, and by the end she stomped away after I said to her face that she doesn't believe I'm capable of doing art.

I'm hurt with her accusations.

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The dragon lady, with her serpentine body and human-like torso, looks into my eyes. I... don't know what exactly I feel under such a powerful gaze. But I know exactly what I don't feel. Fear.

Many legends and myths say that dragons instill utter terror into men's hearts, but I don't fear her. I feel... at peace? No, that's not it... I feel relaxed, almost joyful. Is this some kind of trick so her prey, me, can't escape and she can devour me more easily?

"Fear not, human." Her voice sounds melodic, but almost sad. My first instinct, as soon as my body gets back to moving, is to drop my spear by my side, almost tossing it away. Her voice has not a single drop of agression. "I can see the wounds that hurt your body, from the last battle. They are not life threatening, but you will not be able to fend for yourself until you heal them properly."

Her scaly tail, with her dorsal crest waving almost like flames, pushes me deeper into her cave on the face of the mountain, away from the storm and from the battlefield, now quiet from the battle that I survived. "Rest properly, take the time your physical body needs to heal properly. Until then..." she swirls around me, so I can look into her compassionate eyes, with an expression that looks eerily like a mixture of happiness and sadness. "Until then, let me help soothe and heal the mental scars and psychological wounds that your soul carry. I can't see them, but my heart can feel it."