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"Kell, Kell," the little forest faeries cried as they flitted around him. "Kell, Kell, there's a dragon!"
Kell had not worn his armor, nor had be bothered with a weapon beyond his trusty knife. He was out for an amble among sturdy old trees and friendly fae, not out for...
He considered, as the forest faeries kept swarming him. "Kell, Kell, a dragon."
"What would you have me do?" Kell asked. He had not sped nor slowed his pace.
"Kell, Kell, a dragon," they insisted, reaching for his clothes and hair and horns.
"Kell, Kell, a bride!"
