Autumn was returning and the long hibernation of the Dragonette had come to a close. Her sleep had been interrupted this year. For reasons still not fully understood by her, she had risen in August. The brief foray up the stairs of her lair had caught her quite off guard. Too early! she had mused. But it also was far to late to return to her slumber. She had, therefore, spent the month silently pacing her lair – waiting, just waiting. How she hated those long sun-filled days, with the blinding light and hot, humid air. But now, the days were getting shorter, and the air was beginning to become crisp at night. Her time to emerge was nearly at hand.
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