Drabble: Dragonheart.

Laughing at the sun...

The young druid nudged her, “Come on, be a dragon! He wanted you to have it!” The weight of the Vial of Sands was heavy in her bags for a day and a night. She wanted nothing more than to take flight, to feel power and freedom. For once she had tried to be patient, but with a gift this wonderful, even if it came from a sad loss, how could she be? On the count of three, she emptied the vial, and transformed. She had no way to get a message to the other side, to tell him, “thanks.”