Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

He either played along or he really was, but either way suited her just fine.  She smiled back, enjoying this one a lot more than the one he'd given previously.  See, she knew there was a better one in there somewhere.  Of course I am, she replied, flipping her tail as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  But a runaway one.  I chose a life of adventure over a cushy life back home.  Too many dragons to slay and princes to meet. She giggled, liking the adventurous way that sounded but feeling like it might be a little inaccurate.  Never had to slay a dragon yet, though.  And they'd have to deserve slaying, of course.  A dragon friend would be way more useful than a dead one, I think.  She'd always wondered about that, in stories.  Why kill something that powerful when you could potentially have a huge dragon to ride around and breathe fire for you?