Page 102 of Dragon Cursed
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"Take me home, Alsander."
"Yes,a chuisle."
"Ourhome."
"Ourhome."
He swept her up into his arms.
The forest above them was bright and green andalive.The sky beyond the canopy was clear.Somewhere out beyond the trees, the sea broke against the cliffs of Cuanfirth, and a small green car called Margery waited at the head of the path, and in the kitchen of the cottage where her grandmother had planted lavender the year Poppy was born, the air was waiting to be warmed by them again.
He shifted into his dragon and they flew to the cottage.And her precious garden.Home.
