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Career Change


She stood in the registration line, hands folded neatly infront of her. The room felt stuffy as other participants sat around, stretched, or polished their weapons. Needless to say, the dragoness felt uncomfortable. She thought vaguely of the quickly growing Gwendolynn, dozing infront of the fire, the cottage walls seeming to almost close in around her. Not only was her child going through an eating craze, but soon she wouldn’t be able to fit in the cottage, and the mother simply didn’t have the funds to support her child through just her daily doings, so she had come here. She got to the front of the line and got a rather odd look from the receptionist.

“Ya sure you wanna be in that? It a really nice dress.”

“I’m fine.” The dragoness said politely, going to take her place in a second line, leading out into the coliseum.



She stood in thought, leaning around the person infront of her to get a better view. The two contestants tussled, using whatever was on them as weapons. It was an all out fight, but as the crowd cheered at the spear an inch from the defeated’s throat, the winner smiled and extended a hand down, helping the other up. She ran her hand over her dress, then suddenly stepped out of the line.

“Where are you going?” The announcer asked, looking down the line to her.

“To get some new clothes.” The dragoness said plainly, stepping out into an evening sun.