Her breath no longer froze in the air as she breathed, and the cold that she once felt
brushing against her was replaced by the warm stickiness of summer. Mara looked down
at her two hands, pale and slightly reflecting the moonlight, the healthy pink glow of her
skin just visible.
"No more dragon breath, huh?" Mara whispered softly to herself.
"Dragon breath?" Joshua inquired.
"My brother, whenever it was cold enough to freeze your breath, he would always run
outside and start panting like a dog just to see his breath. The first time he did that, I had
followed him out, and he turned towards me and let out a big huff of air saying: 'Look
Mara - I've got dragon breath now! If I try hard enough, I could breathe fire!'. Then he
chased me around the street pretending to be a dragon. We've called it dragon breath ever
"Seems like a good memory."
"It is. They all are, where my brother is concerned." Mara replied sadly. She looked up at
the moon's face and contemplated the events of the day. While staring at the moon,
Mara told Joshua that she was going to call it a night, heading for her bedroom in the cave.
It had been a long, informative day, which would only become longer years of learning
about her new-found self.