Dragon

She rose, wreathed and crowned in flame. The earth spread out below her, blue and green and misty white. Jagged tooth-edged shadows rose in the distance, and beyond them, the glory of the sun rising, molten gold and garnet. Powerful wings thrust her higher yet, and all the world lay spread at her feet. Just then, searing fire to match her own intensity grew, blossomed, and spread away in the west. With a mighty roar, she went to meet it.

"I want to be a dragon when I grow up," she said.

"Darling," he whispered, "you already are."