Character: Sybil Ramkin
Rating: All ages
Warnings: None needed
Summary: Young Sybil has a plan.
Word count: 100
Notes: Written as a present for vilakins and previously posted on DreamWidth; I'm crossposting here in case other folks might like to read it.
Fireheart inhales, preparing to destroy his enemy Greyknave with a burst of flame -
"Sybil Ramkin! What are you doing on the floor?"
Uh oh. Miss Gudgel has her Angry Mouth on. "I'm a dragon," Sybil says.
"You certainly look it. You're all over muck and you've torn your skirt."
"Not a swamp dragon, a noble dragon! They're much -"
"Here's a better game: being a young lady for once. Now come and wash your face."
When I'm grown, Sybil thinks as she's herded indoors, I shall never wear lace. And I shall play dragons as much as I like.