The dragon opens an eye, takes a peak, “Oi, enchantress, come here,” He calls out.
The enchantress walks over, “What dragon?” She asks.
“I've got Alucard's pee, interested?” He asks.
The enchantress gags, looks at the ground and sees a necklace, “What's that?” She asks.
The dragon looks over, “Jesse's Angel Bells,” He says.
The enchantress frowns, “Is that a song I hear?” She asks.
The dragon puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Yeah, it plays the mood,” He says. “Anyways, the pee, want it?” He asks.
The enchantress frowns, “No, I want the necklace,” She says, “Is it enchanted?” She asks.
The dragon frowns, “It feeds on blood,” He says.
“For sustenance?” The druid enchantress asks.
“To maintain its youth,” He says.
The enchantress waves, “Is it hot in here?” She asks.
The dragon smiles, “That’s just me,” he says with a laugh.
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Kublah Kahn the mountain merchant looks over at Jarome Assal, “How was the pie,” He asks.
Jarome Assal gives Kublah Kahn a look, “Boy, shut your dumb ass up,” He says with a laugh.
Kublah Kahn shakes his head, “Want some wine?” He asks.
Jarome the desert healer says, “I’d love some,” bracing himself.
“460 gold,” The mountain merchant says.
The desert healer frowns, “Boy, didn’t your father ever tell you that you should respect your elders?” He asks.
Kublah Kahn frowns, “You know, in the mountains we have a saying, ‘I peed there,’” He says with a laugh.
The desert healer smirks.
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And then it was noon, on a cold night in spring, when the dragon opened his eyes, looked, to his surprise, a prize, “Holy Maiden, what are you doing here?” He asks.
The holy maiden smiles, “You haven’t forgotten me,” She says, sure of it.
“What a supple surprise, what can I do for you?” He asks, hiding his eyes behind his claws.
And the narrator ran away.
“I’m looking for holy items,” she says, “Good dreams, good seeds,” She asks, “I need something to bring back, a story to tell.” She hurries forward.
She scoots close to the dragon, says, “Hi,” laughs, “Don’t make me say goodbye,” she says. “Why doesn’t this place have doors?” She asks.
The dragon sighs, puffs out a cloud of smoke, says, “How bad do you need it?” Laughs, says, “How about a goodbye greeting?” He says.
The maiden frowns, “I said hi, nice to meet you, now how would you feed it?” She asks.
“The holy item, the good seed, and the nice dreamer,” She says, she had to feed the children. “I said hi, you've greeted her, do you push her out, god's breath, bad seeds, and good nights, how do you feed her?” She asks.
The dragon smiles. “With a song,” He says.
“Clever boy.” She says, “Now how would you call her?” She asks. “With a goodnight dreamer, or with a salty air breather, or would you say ‘good knight, I need her?'” She asks.
“With some air, she needs a breath of fresh air, to be held close to me, told her I believe her, good night kisses, schemers,” He says with a smile.
“Now when will you poop it out?” She asks.
The dragon smiles, “Three business days,” He says.
“Holy Water?” She asks.
“A bath full,” He says, confirming.
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The dragon begins to dream, says I see her, hold it in, midnight drifters, and she runs away, said how could you harm me, a warm blankie and a huggie, a good night, girls, I love your pearls,
As he watched the night, unfurl,
He said how would you treat, a girl?
Say hello, nice to meetcha?
Say, good night, I’ve seen her,
Now I can set the flame, beneath her,
I’ll always believe her,
The night dreamers,
The dragon lifts his hind legs,
She says, "Hello,"
“How would you greet her,” He asks,
With a ‘Hail Mary,’ they call out,
She says, “Would you drink the wine?” The dragon runs through the bushes,
She says, “Good night dreamers,”
She says, "Easy breathers, of fresh faith, calling out 'I believe her’, and the night commanders,"
The dragon pushes,
And out popped, “A holy goblet,” the dragon opens an eye, says “Goodbye,” smiles, says, “Three eternities later...”