365 Days of Drabbles: Day One Hundred-Fourteen

For aldersprig: "I'm always fond of collars "

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"All right, dear?" the dragon asked, as Miriam tried to breathe.

"Burning..." she gasped.

"Close your eyes, just breathe in and breathe out. Only that. It will pass.

She did as she was told. After a few seconds, the sensation that she'd just drank molten lead passed, and she was able rise shakily to her knees. "All right... now..."

"I"m sorry, but I had to contain your magic. Otherwise it was going to burn you out before you could learn control.

Miriam crawled over to a puddle of water and looked at the golden, glowing runes now circling her neck.

Well, there's something you don't see every day.

Hopped onto the elevator to head back to my office. On board already was a Hasidic Jew, with the braids, wide brimmed hat and what looked to me like a black silk quilted bathrobe.

First time for everything. Shrugs.

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