Tabitha
I fall into the dream like it's been waiting for me. I'm back in the warm darkness, the pleasing smell of smoky incense surrounding me. A lamp glows over my head. Piles of ancient coins shimmer in the distance like a desert mirage. A shadow moves and becomes the dragon. The huge neck curves around, and his head appears high above me.
Hello there, I say.
The huge wedge head descends. The dragon chuffs his own hello. The hot breath blows back the robe I’m wearing, making the fabric swirl around my ankles. I smooth down folds. The brocade is red and gold. You like these colors don't you? And you like seeing me in them.
The robe bears the pattern–rows and rows of Borromean rings. Each of the dragon’s scales bears their own set of interlocking circles. Three rings that can never be
