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Harmony sat under a shady oak tree next to an elderly dragon with dim purple scales. A large bristleberry thorn was lodged in her foot.
"Ignari ke'as'ha ta'la'tari,(This may hurt a bit)" Harmony spoke in a kindly tone. Harmony wrapped her hand around the large thorn and pulled hard. The thorn came out easily. Harmony packed the wound with a paste made from pine needle broth. She wrapped the wound with a bandage.
"thank you, little one," the old dragon spoke in heavily accented english. Harmony smiled softly to herself.
"You're welcome to stay for a while," Harmony replied as she helped the old queen up.(*queen is a word for elderly female dragon)
"Alright. I will stay for the night," the dragon said as she followed the young women with aged grace. Harmony unlocked and opened the door for the dragon. Several younglings appeared at the door. Harmony gave each of them a hug and lead the queen to the guest bedroom.
"Here we are. The bathroom is down the hall and please forgive any younglings that wander in here," Harmony said as she headed out the door.
"Thank you for such kindness, little one. In times now, humans aren't dragon's friends anymore," the queen said, "but i have one question for you, are you truly a dragon Shaman?" Harmony paused and thought the question over.
"Ik'in'ai ver'ah dan'ea'ha,(I call forth wind of the goddess)" Harmony said as the wind picked up, "gan'kai ha'rhi va'han'eu(and I dismiss it)." The queen raised her eyes in shock.