Jezebel and the Bipolar Dragon

They had finally made up their minds. They were going to seek out a witch. Old forests always seemed to have them around. All they had to do was find one and get her to help.

But Jezebel was quite certain you didn’t approach a witch covered with reeds and mud. She might think you were some sort of new, lost swamp creature and lock you away for testing.

“We can’t go to the witch like this,” said Jezebel. “Let’s wash off in the stream before we head out.”

The dragon agreed and they made their way to the water and waded in. As they were washing off, Jezebel stepped on something hard and sharp. She reached down to the bed of the stream and after a few moments of searching, came up with a handful of mud and something golden.

It looked like a bracelet, and wanting to look her best for the witch, she put it on. She liked how it sparkled on her wrist. It somehow made her feel complete, energized, and ready to head out on an adventure.