As minutes of dark and growing cold run on, I know why. She was the warmth of this place. Her energy feeds the lights. The size of this place comfortably reflects and contained her internal fire.
She told me to not go anywhere. There are no exits.
I stand on the cold rock floor until my feet and legs give out.
Laying on the floor is not good either. In this body, a woman's body, I feel even more cold. Though I do think it might be that I have no clothes. Even as a man with no clothes, this would be uncomfortable.
The sounds are unnerving. Infrequent bumps and rattles in a completely dark place. My mind scans wildly. Obsessed with skittering sounds that I know rationally are not there. Only in my fears.
My shivers becomes more intense. Every muscle.
I lose track of time. Has it been days and days? Rationally, a simple trick of the mind.
It gives me time to think about the years living at home. As the sole income earner, my mom and sister needed the money I earned to keep the house. Made tougher when mom got sick. Really tough when she died. When my sister found a nice guy and married, she asked me to leave. I had put everything into the house, but I was able get a small apartment. My accomplishments in life to this point had been work, science fiction, fantasy and gaming.
When she returns, the lights come back. I try to speak, but is just comes out shivering nonsense.
Gentle dragon talons bring me off the floor and dragon hands hold me up to her body. She is on her hind legs vertically sitting and holds me to the right side of her chest near to her neck.
"Ohh. Listen. Little human,
I am so sorry.
Even here I failed you. Cold and afraid.
I am prohibited from bringing things like you here.
The situation was confusing.
I got help and advice, but I am under strict rules on how to make it better.
It will be better soon. I will tell you everything. But get warm and calm first.
That is one of restrictions of my punishment. You must be made comfortable before I tell you."
The radiant heat she has is so obvious. It being gone and now back.
I just breathe and remember the time she was in my head. I was leaning backwards. She was there. A good friend.
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Just Good Friends With The Dragon
FantasiaLife is good. I take part time jobs to help out with money. It bring smiles at dinner with my Mom and sister. Mom got sick, so I focus more on working. When Mom died I coped day by day. When my sister got married she suggested I move away. It...