No prompt used.
One of the bigger ice dragons came to us, carrying something in its paws. Once it landed, it presented the item: a familiar dog plushie.
“Pawsie!” my daughter exclaimed in joy and rushed to take the plushie.
I smiled at the ice dragon, grateful for its effort to save items important to us. “Thank you.”
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N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish IT student and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
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